Hong Kong Master

23-year-old Ira Siegel sat alone on a Monday night drinking a vodka and soda enjoying the drag show at the gay bar, Industry on 52nd Street between Eighth and Ninth Avenues in Manhattan. He was skinny, 5’8”, his brown hair was curly; he was brown-eyed. He had a slightly prominent nose which accentuated his nerdy cute youthful looks, his lips were sensuously thick. He lived around the corner in a decent one-bedroom renovated tenement apartment. He grew up on the Upper West Side in comfort as his father was a successful lawyer, who now paid his rent. That was necessary as working as an assistant agent for a publishing company did not pay enough to sustain a trendy Manhattan lifestyle. Being subsidized by his father would eventually be unnecessary as per his career track; as a hardworking bright Brown graduate, Ira’s promotion to an agent was just a few years away, the salary, benefits and prestige would be considerable. Ira was a brilliant reader and editor, he got on splendidly with authors, there was a glittering future ahead for him in the New York literary world.

Ira had come out as gay to his parents as a teenager. That news was affectionately accepted as his parents were proud Liberals, they also crucially had an older son who was absolutely straight, lessening the sting if they just had a sole gay son. Ira had dated those similar men  in his class and professions to himself but there had never been sparks or chemistry for these involvements to solidify into a relationship. Ira had enjoyed sex as the bottom he was, he had tried dating apps but was only hit on by older men or those who weren’t his race or class. He was picky and tops in his league were pickier. He worried that he was destined to remain single, he had books to comfort him.  

Ira was entertained by drag shows and came to the bar tonight alone as a friend cancelled on him, his gay friends were generally flaky. Normally he didn’t go to bars by himself as he was uncomfortable by himself in that environment, but he went anyway tonight. He gazed around trying not to be too obvious that he was checking guys out. He did notice a striking Asian guy of about 30 with a full head of luminous black hair, who was unusually handsome, his facial features were chiseled. He was tall, worked out and was wearing black jeans, a black cashmere sweater and a black leather jacket. Ira went back to watching the show. He didn’t do bar hookups and he was not attracted to Asians. He wasn’t racist, it was just that his preference for sexual and dating partners was white guys like himself.

The waiter brought Ira a second drink and he closed out his check. The show ended eventually, it was after midnight, Ira left the crowded bar to go home. He walked down 52nd Street, standing on the corner the waiting for the light to change was the Asian guy from the bar. He turned his head as Ira was passing, their eyes met. Ira was startled and taken aback, he didn’t want this accidental exchange to be interpreted as a sexual overture and kept walking. He got to the front door of his building and took out his key to open it. In the glass front door’s reflection he saw the Asian all in black standing behind him! He turned around, the Asian raised his hand and caressed his face! Ira was electrified, his six-inch nice dick instantly got hard. It was like an out of body experience, Ira unlocked the door and went into the hallway with the Asian following him. Ira unlocked the door of his apartment, he and the Asian went inside. Ira turned on the lights, they walked from the small kitchen to the small living room.

The Asian embraced Ira, he was intoxicated by the Asian’s strength and feeling his solid body thrust against him. The Asian bent his head and kissed Ira on the mouth. Ira responded and was overcome with passion as the Asian’s tongue probed his mouth, their tongues meshed. The Asian put his hands on Ira’s shoulders and lowered him to the living room floor on his knees.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT thought Ira. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before, a totally silent bar hookup! There had been no forced small talk, just pure lust randomly found and expressed. The Asian undid his black leather belt, unzipped his jeans and lowered them. There was his gray boxer briefs, bulging with his meaty balls and hard cock, he pulled them down. Ira was awestruck. In his upper-class white gay milieu, he ascribed to the stereotype that Asians were small-dicked effeminate bottoms. This was clearly not the case; this stranger was a masculine top and was definitely hung. The Asian’s cock was over seven beautiful thick cut inches, his smooth large balls were tantalizing. Ira who had never before thought of an Asian as attractive, was now amazingly before one and groveling to suck his Asian dick.

On his knees on his living room floor, Ira stared up at this dominant stranger, he opened his mouth and took that stunning cock in it. Ira was jolted, he had not sucked dick in four months. He was overjoyed to experience the welcome sensation of having a big hard cock in his mouth, it didn’t matter at all now that it was an Asian’s. His tongue licked the bulbous head and slit, tasting the Asian’s tangy precum. Ira licked it all, from the head to the base. He tongued the Asian’s powerful balls. Ira was possessed with desire to please this strange man. He set about deepthroating the Asian’s long, thick, pulsating cock. Ira had always been at best proficient at giving head, now he was inspired. His throat magically expanded to take the Asian’s cock all the way down without gagging or choking. It was as if Ira’s mouth was destined for this Asian’s cock. Ira’s head furiously moved back and forth, his lips teeth and lounge in unison pleasured the Asian’s manhood. Ira looked up with his bulging eyes at the Asian’s masculine face contorted with ecstasy from having his cock sucked so skillfully. The Asian patted Ira’s head and stroked his hair.

This majestic spectacle of fellatio continued, with this subservient snooty white gay bottom on his knees servicing the manhood of his standing Asian conqueror. The Asian grabbed and raised up Ira with his powerful hands, spinning him around. The Asian embraced him from behind, grinding his hard cock against the back of Ira’s khakis. The Asian unbuttoned Ira’s shirt and tossed it, he undid Ira’s belt, unzipped Ira’s khakis, he pulled them off and yanked his boxer briefs down and tossed them all. Ira was now nude and trembling. His dick had never been so hard before. His pert, round ass uncontrollably quivered in anticipation of being fucked by the extraordinary cock he had been sucking. The Asian reached into the pocket of his black leather jacket and pulled out a small plastic bottle of lube. Ira sighed and led the Asian to his bedroom, he so wanted to be fucked.

The Asian threw Ira down on his bed on his back. In a flash, Ira had positioned himself with his upper back raised on pillows and head against the headboard, he spread his legs. The Asian poured lube into Ira’s ass crack, he stuck a finger in. Ira whimpered as the Asian fingered his ass hole, it felt so good, but he wanted more than the Asian’s finger. The Asian sprayed his cock with lube, he got on top of Ira, placing his ripped torso and body between his widely spread legs.

Ira gasped as the Asian penetrated his nether regions with his manhood with one firm thrust of his hips. Ira was in a state of total bliss with the Asian’s cock buried deep inside him. The Asian began fucking Ira with brute force, his cum-filled balls slapped against Ira’s ass cheeks. His cock powerfully went in and out of the sobbing Ira’s stretched out chute. Ira’s insides totally accommodated the Asian’s swollen massive cock. Ira’s eyes were teary with joy, no white man had ever fucked him so mercilessly. Ira gurgled as he felt his dick on the brink of blasting, no white guy had ever brought him to orgasm from fucking. The tops Ira had been with had all finished first, leaving Ira to jerk himself off. Now Ira experienced the profound thrill of cumming without using his hand, instead he was shooting off cum from the friction of a strong Asian man’s big cock pounding his ass out. Incredibly, Ira’s climax was accompanied by the Asian’s cock exploding deep in him, flooding his anal canal with torrents of his searing cum. They lay together in silence, their sweaty spent bodies next to each other, cuddling.

The Asian got up and left the bedroom. He returned a few minutes later, smoking a Marlboro Red and carrying two glasses of Suntory Yamazaki 12 Year single malt whisky which he kept in a flask in his black leather jacket.

“I am Nick” said the Asian, getting back in bed.

“I’m Ira” he said sipping the whiskey, he had never tasted liquor so delicious before.

“Tell me about yourself…” Ira told Nick his life story.

“James Joyce was a genius,” said Nick, “I am here from Hong Kong on business. I want to see you again.”

“Sure, I’d like that.”

Nick handed Ira his phone, Ira typed in his number. Nick went to the bathroom and showered, he returned nude, clean and glistening. He got dressed, he embraced the nude and soiled Ira and kissed him, he left. Ira was exhausted from the awesome sex he had just experienced and sleepy from a second glass of whiskey and passed out in his bed.

“Somebody sure got their brains fucked out last night!” chuckled Ira’s co-worker Cliff, the next morning at the publishing company’s office, their cubicles were next to each other. Cliff was a typical queeny gay white bottom in his mid-twenties.

“Is it that obvious?” laughed Ira.

“Honey, you’re positively glowing! Do tell!”

Ira recounted last night’s events.

"Gurl, you’re positively dickmatized! Well, even though he’s Asian he must have hit your sweet spot, enjoy it while you can.”

Ira had trouble concentrating all day at work, his dick was perpetually hard. Having been filled up with prime cock and been superbly fucked, he felt empty inside, he thought about Nick’s cock constantly and how much he wanted it in his mouth and up his ass again, he was truly dickmatized. As the day ended, Ira was jumpy and sullen, there had been no text from Nick. Ira went to a liquor store and bought a bottle of Suntory Yamazaki 12 Year single malt whisky; it had cost $200! He didn’t care, it reminded him of Nick. He got home and drank whiskey. He took off his clothes and jerked his dick, replaying in his mind everything that had happened with Nick. He fiercely came on a washcloth. He drank more whiskey and watched one of his favorite film noirs that he learned about in a college class, The Asphalt Jungle on television; he passed out.

The next day, Ira was listlessly at work. Oh, God! At 4:30 PM, Nick texted!

“I will swing by your place around 10:00 after a dinner meeting. Be naked for me.” “Great! Will be!” replied Ira.

Ira got out of work at 6:00, he walked home from 50th Street and Sixth Avenue. He undressed and took a shower; he sat around in his living room watching television nude. He skipped dinner, he wanted to be empty inside for his man. Ira was all fluttery as 10:00 PM approached, then it was 11:00 PM, he cried and poured a glass of whiskey, he craved Nick’s cock. He was nude, hard and aching for sex with Nick. At 11:30 PM, the doorbell buzzed! Ira buzzed back! There was a knock at the door, Ira opened it, there was the vision of Nick dressed all in black. Nick embraced Ira, kissed him, groped his ass and put him on his knees. Nick took out his cock, Ira eagerly began sucking it. He was so happy being on his knees sucking Nick’s cock again. He was even happier laying in his bed on his back with his legs spread, Nick was on top of him, fucking him just the way he yearned for. Ira’s dick blasted off again from the force of his ass being skewered by Nick’s cock. Then Nick came inside of him. Ira jumped out of the bed, energized by this desired fuck session, he came back with two glasses of whiskey, Nick lay in the bed smoking a Marlboro Red, they sipped. Eventually Nick took a shower got dressed and left.  

Three long days later, after nights of drinking a second a bottle of whiskey, and jerking off countless times, Ira was at his office in the afternoon and got a text from Nick! “I will swing by your place at 6:00. Be nude for me.” “OK!” responded Ira. He cut out of the office at 5:00. He raced home, showered and sat on his couch in anticipation of his man’s arrival, his dick was so hard. At 6:00 PM on the dot, the doorbell rang! Ira rushed to answer it. Moments later, there was a knock at the door, Ira hurriedly opened it.

Nick entered. Instead of his usual rugged all black outfit, he was dressed in a custom-made black suit, white shirt and black tie. He looked so powerful, so masculine and sexy. He embraced and kissed Ira, groped his ass and put him on his knees. He unbuttoned his jacket, unzipped his fly and took his cock out. Ira ardently sucked it. There was the tableau of a nude white bottom servicing a suited Asian master’s supreme manhood. When he was fully aroused from Ira’s oral skills, Nick grabbed him up, they adjourned to the bed to fuck. They lay in bed afterward, sipping whiskey and Nick smoking a Marlboro Red. Nick spoke!

“Clean yourself up, put on a suit and tie, I am taking you dinner” said Nick in his commanding deep voice.

Ira rushed out of bed, vigorously showered and put on his only suit, a dark blue one, a white shirt and a red tie.

“Very good” said Nick. He rose from the bed and triumphantly went to the bathroom; he returned sparkling and dressed again in his black suit. He and Ira went outside, waiting in front of Ira’s Ninth Avenue tenement was a black car and a driver, they got into to the car. It drove up Eighth Avenue to Central Park and through it, it arrived at an elegant restaurant on Madison Avenue in the 70’s. They left the car and entered the restaurant. A handsome Asian host greeted Nick; they conversed in Cantonese, Ira heard “Mr. Fong.” They were shown to a secluded table, most everyone dining there was Asian, the few whites around looked important. Nick ordered from an officious waiter in Cantonese. Ira was mesmerized watching and hearing his man converse in his native tongue, seeing how everyone deferred to him.

Platters of unique dumplings, shining noodles laden with shimmering pork and aromatic seafood soup were brought to the table by elegantly suited servers. Most impressive was the Peking duck which was carved tableside. The feast was accompanied by a bottle of vintage cabernet, it looked like lustrous jewels when it was poured. There had been virtually no conversation between Nick and Ira during the meal. They sipped glasses of whiskey after they had finished dining.  

“I am returning to Hong Kong in the morning. I want you to join me there, I want you to be with me” said Nick as a reached into his suit jacket pocket, producing an airline ticket envelope, “This is a first-class ticket for two weeks from tomorrow, that is time for you to tie up your loose ends. There is a debit card for any expenses. You will be provided with a residence and an allowance in return for being available for me. What is your answer?”

Nick was speechless, but knew he had to speak. In a split second he made the only decision he could.

“Yes, Nick! Oh, yes!” cried Ira. He looked in the envelope at the ticket with his name on it, the debit card also had his name on it.

“Very good” smiled Nick, “Sign this.” He handed Ira a pen and three stapled pages of paper written in Cantonese; Ira signed on the bottom of the last page, Nick folded it and put it back in his pocket.

“I have a meeting here soon. The car will take you home, I look forward to seeing you again” said Nick.

“Me too! Thanks Nick for everything, goodnight!”

The next two weeks were a whirlwind for Nick. He quit his job, he sublet his apartment, he went to brunch with his parents, there was his older brother, his wife and their newborn son. Over bagels, lox and chopped herring at Barney Greengrass, the family caught up. Most of the conversation centered around the baby.

“I have an announcement; I’ve met a man and am moving to Hong Kong!”

“Congratulations!” said Ira’s father.

“Mazel Tov! We’ll Zoom” said Ira’s mother, “Rebecca, have you thought about nursery schools…”

“You lucky bitch!” roared one of Ira’s friends at the small gathering at Industry the night before his departure. The friends drank and wished Ira well.

The 16-hour China Airlines flight touched down in Hong Kong. Ira wheeled his carry-on bag to the arrivals area. Holding up a sign that said “Ira Siegel” was a handsome thin young Asian driver in a black uniform. “Good morning Mr. Siegel, welcome to Hong Kong!” he said wheeling Ira’s bag to the black car outside, he put it in the trunk and opened the door for Ira, he sat in the back.

“I am Roland, Mr. Siegel.”

“Nice to meet you Roland, call me Ira…”

For the next hour, the amiable Roland gave Ira a tour of Hong Kong, his knowledgeable commentary was matched by the fabulous scenery. The car pulled up to a fantastic high-rise building and drove into the garage, Roland parked and got out of the car. He opened the back door, Ira readied himself to get out, before he could do so, Roland hopped in and was sitting beside him.

“I drive all of Mr. Fong’s boys, we’ll being seeing each other often” he said as he put his hand to the back of Ira’s neck. Roland then unzipped the fly of his black uniform pants and pulled out his cock and balls. Ira was stunned at the situation and the fact that Roland was hung even more than Nick. Ira’s true nature had been revealed to him over the last weeks, he was now into Asian men.  

He lowered his head, opened his mouth and took Roland’s mighty cock in it. It had been over two weeks since he’d sucked Nick’s cock, and he was hungry for exceptional Asian cock. He passionately worshiped Nick’s cock and balls with his lips, tongue and mouth, lapping up the spicy precum. He was not fazed at all by sucking dick in a parked car in a garage. He set about deepthroating the now sighing Roland’s cock. Eventually Roland pulled Ira off his cock, he handed him a small packet of lube from his pocket.

Ira quickly sprayed Roland’s cock, then poured lube in his palm and lubed his ass. Ira rearranged himself with his hands on the back of the front seat and lowered his ass and sat on Roland’s cock. It pleasurably penetrated him and snapped into place. Ira furiously rode Roland’s cock as he fucked himself on it, while jerking his own cock. Soon, he was blasting gobs of cum into the air, it landed all over. He continued fucking himself, as Roland shot off his load in his chute. Ira pulled himself off Roland’s deflated but triumphant cock. Roland handed Ira a rag they cleaned themselves up, Roland cleaned the backseat. He got Ira’s bag.

“See you again soon, Ira” said Roland as Ira wheeled his bag to the elevator.

“Goodbye Roland.”

Ira got out on the 22nd floor, and went to the apartment and knocked, the door opened.

“Good day mate, you must be Ira! Welcome to Hong Kong!” said a handsome blond white guy in his early 20’s in an Australian accent, “I’m Malcom, come in to your new home!”

Ira entered wheeling his bag following, he looked around at the well-furnished living room. There was a curly-headed black haired handsome guy in his early 20’s sitting on a couch.

“I’m Jules” he said in with a slight French accent.

“Where’s Nick?” asked Ira.

“We’ll get to that and everything else” said Malcom who poured them each a glass of whiskey, he lit up a Marlboro Red as did Jules.

“I’m to get you up to speed before Nick visits tonight” said Malcom. Ira sat back sipping whiskey in amazement.

“Nick is into having three white boys available to gratify him” began Malcom, “You’re Marcus’ replacement, he bagged himself a hot banker and left. Three months ago, I was at a Sydney gay nightclub with some mates, Nick spotted me. He bought me a drink, he was irresistible, so manly, he knows what he wants, he wanted me. I’d never been with an Asian before. We went back to my place; I had his fantastic prick down my throat, and he shagged me like I had never been shagged before. We fucked a few times before he had to leave, he wanted me follow after him. I quit my job at a television station and gave up my life to be with him. He owns me, like he owns you for the next year. he is a god.”

“This is not what I gave up my life for!” yelled Ira, “To be a side piece!”

“Oh, cut it out, you signed the contract like we did” said Jules, “Two months ago I was dancing with my boyfriend in Paris as Queen. Nick cut in and I was in love. I couldn’t explain it, I’d never bottomed and had no attraction to Asians.  I went off with him back to the apartment I lived in with my boyfriend. I was a top, but Nick was overwhelming, he was the first Asian I had been with. I sucked Nick’s cock; he fucked me for the first time in my life in the bed I fucked my boyfriend in. I dumped my boyfriend, I quit the firm I was a lawyer in and followed Nick here. He is such a great, powerful and sexy man. You did what we did because of that and his tremendous cock. So, what if he wants many boys, it is a privilege and a pleasure to serve him. You will see, you will enjoy being a side piece. We will be friends who love the same man, it bonds us.”

“Well, Ira, you must be exhausted after your long flight and your ride with Roland” laughed Malcom. Ira blushed. “Oh, he is a horny hung bugger, isn’t he? Nick does not expect us to be exclusive, we can have all the hot Chinese dick we can score. Follow me to your room.” Ira wheeled his bag as he followed Malcom to a nice bedroom. “Freshen up and get some rest, Nick will be here later on.” He left. Ira took a shower, then got in bed and passed out.  

“Rise and shine” chuckled Malcom, he was nude. He had a lean sinewy body and a fine cock and floppy balls. “Get your robe off and join us, Nick will be here soon.” Ira got out of bed and took his robe off, he went to the living room. The nude Jules was sitting on a couch, his thin taut body was on display, as was his large uncut dick and hairy balls. Ira joined the nude duo in sipping whiskey.

15 minutes later there was the sound of the apartment front door opening. In walked Nick dressed in a black suit, white shirt and black tie.

“Ah, Ira, so nice to see you again” he said in his deep voice. Malcom and Jules rose, Ira followed them to the standing Nick. Jules and Malcom began undressing Nick.

“Shoes” Malcom said to Ira. He got on his knees, he untied Nick’s gleaming black Prada shoes, he pulled them off and pulled of his black socks. Nick was now nude. He strode to a large plush divan and lay out on it with his big stiff cock jutting upward and his regal balls flowing, on the adjacent end table was a glass of whiskey and a pack of Marlboro Red. He lit up and sipped.

“Suck his feet and toes, we’ll switch around” whispered Malcom to Ira.

The straitlaced Ira was shocked at such a proposal, he’d never contemplated anything so kinky. Yet, he now had Nick’s big toe in his mouth and was ardently sucking it. Ira became consumed and in a frenzy was using his mouth sensually on Nick’s toes on each foot, he used his tongue to lick the soles of Nick’s feet. He saw Malcom and Jules sucking Nick’s cock and tonguing his balls together.

Nick was sprawled out in triumph, smoking a Marlboro Red and sipping whiskey as two white boys sucked his cock and licked his balls, and another white boy serviced his feet.

Malcom came over to Ira, “Go on” he said. Malcom now sucked Nick’s toes, Ira crouched down beside Nick and began sucking his cock, taking turns with Jules. Ira was thrilled it had been over two weeks since he last had Nick’s cock, he reveled in the sensation of his tongue gliding on Nick’s manhood. After a pleasurable interval, Nick nudged his two young white cocksuckers away, he rose. They all followed Malcom to his room. There was a large bed. Ira followed the lead of his two compatriots, first Malcom, then Jules and then Ira got in the bed. The three supplicants lay on their backs, they spread their legs, three prize rosebuds were now on display. Malcom took a lube bottle and lubed his ass, he passed the bottle to Jules, he lubed his ass, he passed the bottle to Ira, he lubed his ass. Nick took the bottle from Ira and lubed his cock. He got in the bed, on top of Malcom, he rammed his cock into Malcom’s ass and began fucking him.

The benefits of this lusty arrangement were evidenced by Malcom’s impassioned facial expressions as he was fucked by his master, and Nick’s sneering serenity as he enjoyed the submission of his white harem eager to take his proud big Asian cock. Malcom howled as his dick began shooting off blasts of his cum. Nick moved on to Jules, fucking him with force, Jules brought to a thundering climax from Nick fucking him. Finally, the anxious Ira was now had his ass impaled by Nick’s tool. Ira was babbling with joy as his man fucked him. His rock-hard dick began tingling as  Nick’s brought him to an incredible orgasm. Nick continued fucking Ira; he grunted as he came in him. Ira felt his insides now gushing with his man’s hot cum. Nick pulled his cock out of Ira, he got out the bed, he gazed at his three-panting young white submissives with pride, he left.

Malcom poured them each a glass of whiskey and lit up a Marlboro Red.

“So, mate, have you settled in?” chuckled Malcom.

“I have settled in very well” said the glowing Ira.

“We should get cleaned up” said Malcom. Jules and Ira went to the rooms, took showers and got dressed. They were in the living room.

“Where’s Nick?” asked Ira.

“He went home” said Jules.

“He doesn’t live here?” said Ira.

“No, he lives in a penthouse in this building with his wife and three children. His wife is very beautiful, she was a model. They’re quite the power couple” said Malcom. “I’m starving” said Jules. They took a car to a Brazilian steakhouse; they all had a big appetite. After dinner, they went to the SingSing bar, they drank and performed karaoke. Malcom texted Ira an itinerary. Then it was home, each went to bed in their rooms. Ira passed out from exhaustion and excitement; it had been a long day.

Ira was up at 6:00, he put on gym shorts, a tank top and sneakers. He went to the kitchen and met up with Malcom and Jules, they drank coffee. They took the elevator to the gym to meet their trainers for their 6:30 AM personal training session. Malcom and Jules went off with theirs’s.

“Good morning, I’m Paul” said Ira’s trainer with a killer smile. Paul was a tall, muscular and handsome Chinese man in his mid-twenties. He wore red sweatpants and white tank top. Ira was riveted by the sight of the bulge in Paul’s red sweatpants and his buff physique encased in his tight white tank top.

“I’m Ira” he replied cheerily. For the next hour, Paul mercilessly trained Ira with an intense warmup, weightlifting and concluding with cardio on a Stairmaster.  In the distance in another area of the large gym, he saw Malcom and Jules being trained by their handsome trainers. Ira also saw Nick working out with a trainer. Ira endured the grueling session; Malcom had informed him in his itinerary that Nick expected his boys to workout. Malcom also informed him that the trainers had a 30-minute break between sessions, they expected that interval to be filled with fast and swift sex in the apartment.

At the end of the session, the sweaty Malcom, Jules and Ira were accompanied by their trainers to the apartment, they all went to the living room. The trainers tugged down their sweatpants and sat on the couch with their large erections on view. Malcom, Jules and Ira, got on their knees and took turns sucking their cocks. Ira was energized by getting to suck on three prime young Asian dicks. The trainers had been fully aroused by the expert blowjobs they received from their white subjects. They pulled them off their cocks and rose. Ira followed Malcom and Jules by pulling down his gym shorts, all three bent over the couch, side by side, their gorgeous asses were on view.

The trainers took bottles of lube that were on the coffee table, and sprayed their cocks, Ira felt lube being drizzled in his ass crack, he gasped as an unseen trainer rammed his cock furiously in him. The Asian trainers took turns fucking the three white boys. Ira was so excited not seeing who was fucking him from behind, he sobbed as his dick shot off in his jock. He felt one of the trainers cumming in him.

The trainers went to the different bathrooms to shower, they returned clean, refreshed and glowing and left to train their next clients. This bacchanal had lasted 20 minutes. The boys showered and drank a protein shake. At 10:00 AM, each boy was at a laptop for a two-hour online class in Cantonese. Nick expected them to learn his language. At 1:00 PM, they were in gym shorts and tank tops again for their 90-minute yoga class in another area of the gym. Ira was smitten by their teacher, the 25-year-old Keith; he was medium height, lean and wiry. His handsome facial features were defined, his eyes were piercing, he spoke in a melodious deep voice. He wore a light gray tank top which showcased his hot torso, and light gray yoga pants, with a visible and tempting bulge in the front.

Ira had never done yoga before, but was inspired by Keith’s charisma, and kept up. Ira thought he’d faint when he was in downward facing dog, Keith adjusted him, Ira felt his semi-hard big dick brush against his ass. There seven other people in the class; soothing and sometimes pulsing music played in the background. There was rest, the class ended. Ira rolled up his mat and put it in its case, as did Malcom and Jules. They joined each other, they left together with Keith.

In the apartment, they all took of their clothes and went to Malcom’s room, they got into the bed. Keith lay in the center; his stunning nude body was on display as was his stunning cock. It was over seven cut inches and remarkably thick. The three nude boys with their raging hardons in their jockstraps were positioned around him, each took turns orally servicing him. Ira was intoxicated by Keith’s throbbing cock and sucked it with reverence and licked his balls with devotion. Eventually, Keith and the boys got out of the bed. Malcom positioned himself on his back and spread his legs. Keith lubed his cock and Malcom’s ass; he got on top of Malcom and began fucking him. Ira was turned on by this carnal display. Keith had no more classes today, and so took his time sensually sodomizing Malcom. Malcom was sobbing, his face had a blissful expression, he wailed as his dick shot off in his jock. He left the bed; Jules took his place and was commandingly fucked to orgasm by Keith. Ira was thrilled that it was his turn, he got on his back and spread his legs. He was ecstatic as he felt Keith’s cock split his ass open. Keith was a master fucker, Ira had tears of joy from Keith fucking him so powerfully. Ira’s intense climax filled his jock with cum. Ira was overjoyed when after a few more thrusts, Keith was cumming inside him. They all took showers, Keith left. The boys did not get dressed.

At 5:00 PM there was the sound of the front door opening. In walked Vincent, Nick’s younger brother. He was just as sexy, masculine and dominant as his brother, he wore a black suit, a white shirt and a black tie.

"How are adjusting to Hong Kong?” Vincent asked Ira in Cantonese.

“Very well, sir” replied Ira in Cantonese.

Vincent undressed and meticulously folded his clothes; he lay nude on the divan; he was as hung as his older brother. He sipped his whiskey and lit a Marlboro Red. Ira knew his place and began sucking Vincent’s toes and licking his feet, Malcom and Jules were sucking his cock and servicing his balls together. Ira had his turn sucking Vincent’s great cock. They adjourned to the bedroom, the boys were side by side on their backs, spread; Vincent took turns fucking them. He finished inside Ira, showered and left. The boys showered and got dressed. That night they went to a Japanese restaurant for dinner, then to the club Bing Bing to have drinks and watch a drag show.

The next day was as the previous for the boys, and the same each weekday; up early, working out, online Cantonese classes, yoga; with sensational sex in between. Late afternoons were spent servicing Nick, or his brother or their various upscale hot cousins. The boys had Saturdays and Sundays to themselves.

“You’re on your own for the weekend, mate” said Malcom, “Jules and I spend it with our boyfriends.”

“The two of you have boyfriends?!” said the astonished Ira.

“Sure,” said Jules, “Mine is a doctor, Malcom’s is a college professor, they understand our arrangement. We will be with them when our time with Nick is over.”

“Mate, you should circulate and land yourself a man. What we all have now is fucking great, but it will end. Nick tosses us after a year for a new bottom. You’re adorable and white, you could easily get a quality top for a relationship.”  

Alone in the apartment, and with no scheduled activities, Ira spent the day reading Pride and Prejudice, his favorite book. He made a sandwich for lunch with food in the refrigerator. In the evening, he showered. He went to Malcom’s room and looked through his clothes. He put on a red jockstrap, skinny white Versace jeans, a black Armani crop top and red sneakers. He saw how hot he looked in the mirror; his basket was pronounced, his abs shone, and his ass was an inviting round double mound. He took a car to Bing Bing.

The dance floor was crowded, it was Saturday night. Ira stood by himself sipping a glass of whiskey.

“Hey, what is a pretty white boy doing all alone on Saturday night?” said a handsome tall young Asian man in jeans and an animal print tank top, showcasing his prominent biceps.

“My Asian master lets me play on weekends.”

“Lucky me!” laughed the man, “I’m Andy.”

“Ira.”

“Ira, my friends and I would like you to join us for a drink, we’re at university and only get a chance to play on weekends.”

“I’d love to join you all.”

Ira walked side by side through the crowd with the teenager, Andy groped Ira’s ass, his dick was rock hard in his jock, making the crotch of his white jeans even more pronounced. They got to a booth; two other hot young Asians were sitting with a bottle of whiskey. Ira took a seat next to one, he was sandwiched between him and Andy.

“I’m Carl” said the young man sitting next to him.

“Ira.”

“Baz” said the other one. He poured Ira a glass of whiskey, “Where are you from?”

“New York.”

“My family has business in New York, what brought you to Hong Kong?” said Carl.

“A strong sexy Asian with a big dick.”

“Well, Ira, we’re all on the same wavelength. We’re strong sexy Asians with big dicks, into hot white bottoms.”

“Yeah, my big dick got so fucking hard watching you walk across the dancefloor with your fab ass!”

“Hmmm, you’re telling the truth on all counts” said Ira who was kneading Carl’s ample crotch through his jeans under the table. His other hand was massaging Andy’s crotch.  

“Let’s keep this party going at our place” said Andy.

“Sure, lead the way, Andy” said Ira.

They all got up, Ira saw that three college boys were tall, lean and packing. Outside they got into a waiting car. There was charged eroticism in the back of the car; Ira was sitting on Andy’s lap, his hardon grinding against Ira’s ass as Andy played with his nipples. Ira was making out with Carl as he massaged his and Baz’s crotches. The car pulled up at another luxury high-rise building. The four young men exited, their dicks all bursting in their jeans. They took the elevator to the penthouse and went into a well-furnished apartment. The four boys rapidly stripped off their clothes. Ira was taken aback. Andy, Carl and Baz, all had super fit, lean and sensual bodies. Each one of them also had a large thick hard cut dick with a patch of black hair above it, and smooth delectable looking balls.

Ira, in his red jockstrap, followed the randy trio through a glass door onto the private roof deck set with lawn furniture, it was cool outside. The three Asian studs stood stroking their dicks and fondling their balls. Ira descended to his knees, he opened his mouth wide, he sucked each prime teenage Asian cock, then got caught up in frenzy of switching off on the three studs. They took turns fucking Ira’s face and were awestruck by his deepthroating skills. They were ready to fuck and lifted him up, positioning him on his hands and knees on a padded raised bench. While he sucked Carl’s cock and jerked Baz’s cock, Andy lubed his cock and sprayed Ira’s ass.

Andy penetrated Ira’s ass with his cock in one brutal thrust. Ira took turns sucking and jerking Carl and Baz’s cocks. Ira was in another dimension, getting his ass fucked by a vicious teenage cocksman, while getting his mouth and throat battered by the two hung wildcats under the starry Hong Kong sky. Ira felt Andy’s cock begin twitching and spasming deep inside him, his chute was being flooded with bursts of Andy’s scalding cum. Andy pulled his sated cock out of Ira.

Carl took his place at Ira’s ass. His fucking was even more warrior-like than Andy’s. Carl pounded away at Ira’s ass he sucked Baz’s cock. Ira was overcome by it all and was furiously cumming in his jock from Carl’s assault. Carl shot off his load deep in Ira. Baz took his place at Ira’s ass. While Baz was fucking him, Ira saw Andy and Carl, sitting nude on lawn chairs sipping whiskey and vaping on Juuls. Baz came in Andy and pulled his cock out of Ira. He grabbed a glass of whiskey and vaped with his buddies.

“Hey,” said Andy, “The bathroom is down the hall to the right, the driver will take you home, good night.”

Ira staggered off the soiled bench, his jock stained with his dried cum, and limped away, leaving his three Asian conquerors to bask in their masculine camaraderie of having just shared another white bitch together. He gathered his clothes, took a shower and left. He got into the car outside and gave the driver his address.

They arrived at his building, “This is my last trip tonight, I’d like to go up to your place with you” said the driver in a deep voice. He was a handsome Asian in his mid-twenties.

“Uh, yeah, sure” said Ira.

“I’m Zan.”

“I’m Ira.”

“You’re very beautiful, Ira.”

“Thank you, Zan, you’re very handsome” said Ira getting a better look at Zan, when they were in the elevator. Zan was tall, thin and had sensitive facial features.

They stood in the living room embracing each other and making out.

“Oh Ira, I’m so tired, it’s been a long day driving those spoiled brats all over.”

“Zan, you’re not too tired” laughed Ira as he stroked Zan’s erection through his black uniform pants, “You just relax and I’ll do all the work,” said Ira as he began undressing Zan. Ira was overcome with lust seeing Zan’s sinewy nude body which had a few tattoos. Then there was Zan’s fabulous large cut cock and swaying smooth balls. Ira indicated for Zan to lay back on Nick’s divan. Ira undressed and was nude.

Ira started massaging the feet of this good-natured working man, then he licked and sucked on Zan’s toes and soles of his feet. Zan was sipping whiskey and smoking a Marlboro Red as Ira serviced his feet. Ira slid between Zan’s legs on the divan, he stroked Zan’s cock and fondled his balls. Ira opened his mouth and took Zan’s cock in. He devotedly licked the head and the shaft as Zan sighed. He tongued his balls. He deepthroated Zan’s cock, this drove Zan crazy, he was not so used to being worshipped by such a white beauty.

Ira lubed Zan’s cock and his ass, he straddled Zan and then sat on his cock. Ira’s insides pleasurably devoured Zan’s cock. Ira furiously rode up and down on the howling Zan’s manhood. Ira was jerking his cock as he fucked himself, soon he was sobbing as his dick shot off. He kept riding Zan’s cock, he felt it twitch and spasm, his chute was churning with Zan’s load of hit cum. Ira pulled himself off Zan cock, he left and returned with a pail of soapy warm water and cleaned Zan’s cock and balls.

“May I stay the night?” said Zan, “I live far away and share a flat with three other drivers, I’m off tomorrow.”

“Sure” said Ira leading Zan to his room. They got into bed, Zan held Ira, they passed out.

 Sunday morning, Ira was nude in the kitchen as Zan slept. He was at the stove hovering over frying pans making breakfast, scrambled eggs, bacon and home fries. Ira was electrified feeling Zan embrace him from behind as he cooked. He swooned feeling Zan’s big hard cock rub against his ass. Zan grabbed a nearby stick of butter, he pulled some off and slicked his cock with it, he took a gob and spread it on Ira’s crack. Ira was in a daze as Zan held him and kissed as he thrust his buttered cock into his buttered ass hole. Zan was fucking Ira from behind as they stood in the kitchen. Ira, whose sexual explorations had been so unbelievable in the last few weeks was now transported to even new heights of pleasure by this lower class, sweet and strong driver. Ira powerfully came, his dick gushed like a fountain, his cum landing on the floor. Zan kept fucking Ira, he came in him, he pulled his cock out as he load streamed from Ira’s ass. They cleaned themselves off, Ira served them the breakfast he had cooked, they ate nude at the kitchen table. They took a shower together, tenderly washing each other. Zan dressed in his black driver’s uniform and put his cap on, he kissed the nude Ira and left.

Ira was truly weary and totally fucked out. He put on gym shorts and a tank top, he spent the day finishing Pride and Prejudice. In the evening, he made himself a bowl of meatballs and spaghetti. He drank whiskey and watched Double Indemnity. It had been a fulfilling sexless day of solitude.

At 11:00 PM, Malcom and Jules arrived back at the apartment from their weekend with their boyfriends. The three boys shared their adventures. “Oh, keep the gear mate!” said Malcom upon hearing of Ira borrowing his clothes and that they brought him that seamy group action with the three college students.

Ira’s next weeks passed as the first had, workouts, Cantonese lessons, yoga and plentiful hot sex with the Asian men in his life. There were also dinners and fun outings with Malcom and Jules. It was Saturday again; Ira’s mates were off with their boyfriends. Ira spent the afternoon and evening alone, reading Sense and Sensibility. At night, Ira again put on his lucky outfit, the skinny Versace jeans, Armani black crop top and red sneakers. He took a car to a luxury hotel which had a recently opened gay nightclub, Vic House. Ira was walking past the alley beside the club, he stopped to witness a violent episode.

There was a tall muscular gorgeous Asian man of 24, who was wearing a white linen suit over a black silk shirt. He had long black hair, his stunning face had extraordinary cheekbones and a thin mustache above his sensuous upper lip. He was punching and kicking a young guy wearing jeans and T-shirt. The jeans guy was no match for the tall guy who was thrashing him. The weaker guy’s blood splattered onto the tall guy’s white linen jacket. Ira was transfixed by this macho dynamo, his dick got hard watching the brutality. His eyes zeroed in on the massive bulge contained in the front of those white linen trousers. The tall guy punched and kicked the jeans guy a few times, he fell to the ground. The tall, white-suited guy turned and went into a doorway. Ira went to the front of the club and lined up with a crowd. There was a velvet rope, the doorman rejected some people, the velvet rope was opened for Ira. He made his way in; the place was filled with elite young gays. Hot Asian men and hot white guys were all over. Ira bought a whiskey and stood by the dance floor.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, I could look at you forever” said in a soothing deep voice the tall, gorgeous man in the white linen suit whom Ira had just seen thrashing the other guy in the alley, his jacket was now spotless, “Dance with me.” Ira was never much of a dancer, but he would do anything this god commanded him to do. Magically, Ira now found himself gracefully and sensually matching the tall guy’s sharp moves. Ira was flushed with excitement, especially when the man kissed him. The song ended. “Let’s have a drink” said the man who led Ira to a booth nearby. They were alone at the table; the man poured them glasses of whiskey.

“This is your first time here” said the man, “I would have remembered you.”

“Yes it is, do you come here often?”

“I am here all the time, I own the place” smiled the man, “I am Vic.”

“I’m Ira.”

“You are Jewish aren’t you?”

“Yes, I am.”

“I love Jewish boys; I had a Jewish boyfriend when I was at Cambridge. You are the people of the book.”

“Yes, we are, and so am I, I worked in publishing.”

“What do you do know?”

“I serve the master who brought me here.”

“Nice, you are submissive, who is your master?”

“I am naturally submissive for strong Asian men; I serve Nick Fong.”

“You must be fantastic at sex for him to have brought you over, Nick is quite the hedonist, you must be a superb bottom.”

“My sexual skills are remarkable. You know Nick?”

“It is a small world; my father has done business with him; I have met him. I look forward to you demonstrating your remarkable sexual skills.”

“I look forward to showing you how I have been trained. So, how does a Cambridge graduate come to own a gay nightclub in Hong Kong?”

“My father Steven Chan is a tycoon of some dubious distinction. I came out as gay and as a top, to my parents at 16. As I was the youngest of four sons, all of whom honored the family by being straight, and who all married and produced grandchildren, I was indulged to be who I am, no fake arranged marriage for me. I was sent off to have the finest education possible and allowed to choose my profession. I told my father of my idea for a gay nightclub, he bought this space for me. It is more wildly successful than my father imagined. I have a head for business and for pleasure.”

“Pleasure is also very important to men like you, as it is for Nick” said Ira whose hand was under the table, massaging Vic’s incredible erection which tented his white linen trousers. Ira’s other hand was under the table was fondling Vic’s bountiful balls through his linen suit trousers.

“I would like to show you my office, Ira.”

“I would love to see your office, Vic” said Ira in Cantonese.

“I am even more impressed and more turned on” said Vic in Cantonese.

They finished their whiskies and rose. Ira followed Vic through the club to a hallway and to a door which had two Asian men in black suits standing beside it. Vic and Ira entered the office, it was actually a suite, there was a long desk, tables and chairs. There was also a large round red bed.

Vic embraced Ira, their hands wandered all over each other’s bodies, feeling each other up, as they made out, both had pounding erections. They began taking their clothes off, they were nude. Ira gasped at the sight of Vic’s flawless nakedness and the sight of his fantastic cock. Vic’s tall lean physique was ripped and rippled, swirling tattoos covered his chest, his pecs were extraordinary, his abs were sculpted, a treasure trail of wispy black hair below his waist led to his prize cock. It was the biggest and most beautiful one Ira had ever seen. It was a breathtaking eight thick cut inches with a flared head, framed by two magnificent swinging balls.

Ira sunk to his knees, opened his mouth and lavished this sensational tool with his tongue, looking up at his warrior with lust and devotion. Ira was possessed; this Asian champion was the greatest man he had encountered. Ira set about to make love to this man’s cock with his mouth. He licked and caressed every speck of this manflesh with his tongue. He suckled each of those heroic balls. He hollowed his mouth and took that rod down his throat to the base. His deepthroating of it was superior.

With his flowing black hair, commanding physicality and grand manhood, Vic stood proud and tall like the giant he was. He took in the sight of this alluring white beauty on his knees with his head bobbing up and down worshipping his Chinese joint with his mouth. He marveled at how impeccably his cock was being sucked; no one had ever so skillfully and pleasurably serviced him as Ira was doing. Ira’s deepthroating was for the ages, it got Vic primed to fuck. He pulled his cock out of Ira’s mouth, raised him up and turned him around. Vic gazed at Ira’s alluring pale, creamy and fleshy perfectly round cheeks; there was his smooth pink quivering juicy slot.

Vic tossed Ira onto the large round red bed on his back, he spread his legs for his new man. Vic sprayed his throbbing tool with lube and drizzled Ira’s ass crack. He grabbed and held one of Ira’s legs. Ira was in an L-shaped position. He gasped and saw stars as Vic slowly penetrated him, this monumental occasion was magnified by seeing it all in the mirrored ceiling above the bed. His insides eagerly split open to take in this one-of-a-kind phallus. Ira’s asshole was fully stretched around the biggest cock it had taken in. He was weeping with joy as Vic methodically fucked him. That Asian log repeatedly hit his sweet spot as it was rammed in and out of his ass. Ira’s dick was the stiffest it had ever been and thrust upward. Vic bent his head; he stuck his thick tongue in Ira’s mouth. Ira felt as though he was being doubly impaled by this stud. They were one.

Vic’s fucking brought Ira over the edge, he was gurgling, his dick was on fire, there was that welcome familiar sensation as his dick spasmed from the condition of being sodomized to perfection. Ira’s dick exploded, it shot off tremendous blasts of cum, splattering Vic’s chest and soiling the bed. Vic grunted as he went the distance, continuing to fuck Ira with unparalleled force. He hollered as his cock erupted in Ira’s anal canal; torrents of his exotic spunk flooded Ira’s nether regions. They collapsed in each other’s arms; Vic cradled Ira and kissed him. They saw each other’s contented glowing expressions in the ceiling mirror.

After this afterglow, Vic got up, Ira trailed after him. They were in the lavish bathroom in the marble shower. The hot water cleansed them of the sweat and semen they had expended during their passionate tryst. They tenderly washed each other bodies. They were sparkling and gleaming. Ira got dressed, Vic opened a closet that revealed a row of a dozen hanging white linen suits, he put on a fresh one and a new black silk shirt.

“I have to get back to work,” said Vic, “You stay here and wait for me, you’re going home with me. Take a nap, watch TV, eat, whatever, but you’re not going anywhere.” Vic left; the door was locked.

Ira poured himself another whiskey, he drank it fast to come down from the exhilaration of having just been fucked into oblivion by a man he loved. He was hungry, from the refrigerator he got some dumplings and heated them up in the microwave. On the television he watched Out of the Past again, he fell asleep. He woke to Vic kissing him in the bed, “You are so fucking beautiful” moaned Vic as he unzipped his white linen pants and hauled out his mighty Asian weapon. Ira eagerly opened his mouth and sucked his man’s cock and gobbled his balls. Vic sighed as his cock blasted it’s load of tangy spunk down Ira’s throat, he swallowed it all down.

Outside they got into Vic’s white Lamborghini, Vic drove off, it was 4;00 AM. Ira was surprised when they stopped in front of his apartment building. Vic left and a few minutes later returned, he handed Ira a sheaf of papers; it was the contract he had signed with Nick in New York.

“How did you get Nick to agree to this?” asked Ira.

“I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. I own you now, and not just for a year, but forever” said Vic, ripping up the contract.

Vic parked his Lamborghini in a private garage in his high-rise building. They took a private elevator to his lavish penthouse apartment. They sat on the roof deck sipping whiskey, Vic smoked a cigar, they gazed at the Hong Kong skyline as the sun rose. They slept in Vic’s king-sized bed. They awoke at noon. They got dressed and went to the garage and got in the Lamborghini. They drove to Neiman Marcus, in an efficient hour a handsome young personal shopper had Ira try on a variety of sober designer clothes, his new wardrobe was charged to Vic’s account. Ira was now wearing a dark gray suit and a black turtleneck.

“No more dressing like a slutty cockteaser for you. There will be no other men; your mouth and ass are for my cock only. As my publicly acknowledged lover you will project a serious image to complement my social standing” said Vic in Cantonese.

“Yes, my master” replied Ira in Cantonese. They would now only communicate in that language.

They drove to an elegant restaurant, Vic ordered. An array of delectable Dim Sum was consumed along with a frosty bottle of chardonnay. They drove back home and took a nap. They drove to Vic House at 10:00 PM and went to Vic’s office. Ira undressed and was nude. Vic left the office; the door was locked. Ira poured himself a whiskey, he sat nude at his master’s desk. On a fleet of television sets he watched close circuit broadcasts of the nightclub’s various areas. He was transfixed as his master strode around patrolling his club in his white linen suit ordering his staff about. At one point Vic grabbed a young Asian guy and hurled him out into the alley. The young guy was another drug dealer selling his products in the club. Vic viciously beat him up, Ira’s dick got so hard watching his master in action. Vic returned to the office and changed out of his bloody suit into a fresh one and left.

Hours later, Vic returned to his office where Ira was waiting for him, it was time to for sex. The nude lovers lay in the large round red bed, Ira passionately sucked Vic’s cock, then Vic furiously fucked him, they each came. They showered; Vic returned to work. They went home in the morning.

During the week, in the mornings they worked out together in the building’s gym; Vic often had daytime business meetings. An old woman arrived at the apartment to instruct Ira in the art of Chinese cooking in the afternoons. A week later, Vic arrived home at dinner time to find platters of his favorite dishes set out on the dining room table; the nude Ira stood beside it.