Illegal Immigrant

The following is based on a true story and contains a range of sexual activities.

1.

“Do you speak English?” the twenty-eight-year-old man asked the eighteen-year-old boy as he arrived on the beach dripping wet having waded through the water after climbing out of the rubber dinghy from France. It had been a perilous journey, but it was either that or death in his country of birth.

“A little.”

“What’s your name?”

“Hussain”

“Where have you come from?”

“Afghanistan”

“Why?”

Hussain quickly glanced around him to see who was near enough to hear his answer. Satisfied nobody else could hear, he replied, “I’m gay”.

“Do you have family or a friend with you?”

“No, I’m alone.”

“Okay, Hussain. I’m Eric and this is Bako, my associate. We’re here to help you. If you come with us, we can make you legal and find you work.”

Hussain looked at Bako who smiled at him. “You’re safe with us”, the twenty-four-year-old Nigerian said. “We can help you skip the immigration process, but you need to come quickly because they’re on their way to arrest all of you.”

Hussain was shivering from cold and hungry, so decided to accept the offer.

“Thank you” he replied with tears in his eyes. Bako placed an arm around him as he and Eric quickly led him away from the others who’d travelled with him on the dinghy. He was soon seated inside the back of a car and felt the warmth begin to seep into his cold body.

“Let’s get these wet clothes off you” Bako said who was sitting beside him. He began removing Hussain’s clothes until he was stark naked. Hussain rubbed him down with a warm towel, making particular attention of the lad’s crotch. “You’ve got a nice body” he smiled.

“Thank you” Hussain replied. Once dried, he was given a pair of sweatpants to put on and a matching top with nothing underneath. His own shoes had been ruined by the water, so he was given a pair of canvas shoes which weren’t ideal but covered his feet. His own clothes had been put into a black bin bag. He never saw them again.

“Where are we going?” he asked hesitantly.

“To London, where there’s plenty of excitement and lots of money to make” Bako smiled, wrapping his arm around him to snuggle him close.

“If anyone asks who you are” Eric said as he speedily drove away from the Sussex beach where Hussain had arrived, “say you’re Bako’s mixed-race cousin. Understood?”

“Yes” Hussain replied, wondering why the subterfuge.

“You’ll be safe with us” Bako smiled, pulling the younger lad closer and placed a hand on his thigh. As they drove, Hussain was conscious of the hand slowly making its way to his crotch. He’d had clandestine gay sex with guys in Afghanistan, so it didn’t bother him. The hand eventually reached the cock inside his sweatpants. It slowly rubbed the flaccid organ which reacted to Bako’s touch.

“You like that, don’t you.”

Hussain nodded. Bako slipped his hand down the front of Hussain’s sweatpants and felt the naked flesh which was now hard. He told him to slip the sweatpants down his legs to expose his erection. Bako massaged it for a few moments before slipping down his own sweatpants. He too had nothing on underneath, so his stiff black cock jumped to attention.

“Suck it” he instructed Hussain. He momentarily paused but went down on the enticing organ. He loved sucking cock. He continued sucking until Bako had shot his load into his mouth. He licked off the remaining spunk and grinned at him. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you.”

Hussain nodded, not sure what to say.

Eric smiled to himself. They’d picked a good one. “Everything okay back there?”

Bako chuckled. “Spot on, boss.”

***

They eventually arrived at their destination, which was an unassuming two bed house in Camden. Eric parked the car in the driveway which had originally been the front garden. Parking in the road had now been banned, so most houses had done the same. Hussain followed Bako out of the car, having pulled up his sweatpants.

“Come on in. This is your new home for the time-being” Eric announced. “Strip off” he added.

Hussain paused and looked at Bako.

“The boss likes us to be naked in the house” he smiled and immediately removed his own clothes, which also consisted of sweatpants and top plus a pair of trainers. Once naked, Hussain silently gasped at the beautiful black naked body with the thick cock and large balls hanging between his legs.

“There’s one simple rule in this house” Eric said. “You do as I say at all times. So, if I say strip, then that’s what you do. Understood?”

“Yes” Hussain replied as he hastily removed his clothes.

“Yes, boss” Eric replied.

“Yes, boss” Hussain repeated.

Once naked, Eric viewed the manhood in front of him. “I think he’ll do, don’t you, Bako?”

“Yes, boss.”

Eric took Hussain’s cock into his hand, and it immediately reacted. He then grasped the balls and gently squeezed them. Hussain silently gasped. He loved his cock being held.

“Take him upstairs and wash him. He stinks” Eric told Bako.

As they made their way, Eric admired his associate’s naked butt. He loved the sight of the beautiful smooth black arse and loved fucking it. He’d found him wandering around Soho four years ago. He’d arrived in England illegally and had nowhere to go. Eric took him in and through guys he knew, had documents produced to legitimise his status. Provided he didn’t fall foul of the law, he was safe.

Since then, they’d collected several lads who’d entered the UK illegally and used them as gay prostitutes. They currently had five working for them and making a nice profit. Hussain would add to that. They kept them in a white-painted terraced house sandwiched between Kensington High Street and the King's Road. To anyone walking by they’d never realise it was a gay brothel. The five lads came from countries where homosexuality was illegal, so they’d come to the UK for a better life. They were kept naked in the house so they couldn’t run away. They only dressed when accompanied by Eric or Bako to go to clients who didn’t want to visit the brothel, but they were treated well and paid a handsome payment when they reached an age when clients weren’t interested in them.

Upstairs, Bako took Hussain into the bathroom which had been converted into a wet room.

“Let’s shower, so you’re smelling sweet for the boss” Bako grinned. He turned on the shower and began to lather Hussain’s naked body. Hussain just stood there watching him do so. He felt Bako wash his butt and then felt a finger enter his arse.

“Ah” he grunted as the finger probed inside.

“You like that?”

“Yes” he replied.

When Bako reached his cock, he massaged it in his soapy hand. It was soon hard, and he groaned again. He was then turned around and bent over. He felt Bako’s erect cock enter him and proceed to fuck. He loved being fucked, so was happy to let it happen, despite it being bareback. Several minutes later he heard Bako gasp and guessed that his arse was now being filled with cum.

Once washed and dried, they returned downstairs. His sweatpants and top was nowhere to be seen, neither was the black bin bag with his other clothes.

“Okay?” Eric asked Bako.

“Perfect” he grinned.

“Okay, let’s eat” Eric replied and led them into an open plan kitchen that had a table at one end. Like the rest of the house, the windows were covered with a heavy net curtain. Seeing him looking at them, Eric said, “Never open the net curtains. Understood.”

“Yes, boss” Hussain replied as he sat at the table. It seemed odd being naked along with Bako and Eric fully clothed, although he’d later find out they he too only wore sweatpants and top with nothing underneath.

The chicken and mushroom pie with new potatoes and gravy tasted good. His stomach was rumbling since he’d not eaten for several hours. Eric admitted that he wasn’t a cook but managed to produce reasonable meals with pies such as this from the supermarket. Otherwise it was carton packed ready-made meals, or fish and chips or pizzas delivered from local restaurants.

***

After they’d finished eating Hussain helped Bako clear away the dishes. They then joined Eric in the living room. He was naked to the waist and Hussain admired his well-formed torso.

“There’s a brandy for each of you on the table” he smiled. Bako sat on the sofa and indicated for Hussain to do the same. Once seated, he was given a brandy. “I think we should welcome our sixth recruit” Eric smiled and instructed Bako to prepare three lines of white powder. Hussain watched him do so. He’d never used drugs before but had seen other guys do so.

Eric snorted the first line and Bako the second. He was then instructed to snort the third. Once inside his nostril he felt the rush to his head. He liked the feeling.

“Get him hard” Eric told Hussain.

“Yes, boss” he replied and knelt between Bako’s legs, taking the semi-erect organ into his mouth. As he sucked, Eric leant forward and fingered his arse. Having cock in his mouth and a finger up his arse caused his own cock to go hard.

When Bako was fully erect, Eric told him to fuck the new lad. Suitably lubricated, he inserted his long hard black cock into Hussain’s arse which was now bent over the arm of the sofa. Hussain grunted as the big head breached him and gritted his teeth as it continued to fuck him hard. He then realised that Eric was filming the action.

“Take him up to the spare room” Eric told Bako after he’d dumped his load.

“Yes, boss” he replied.

As they entered, Hussain saw a double bed stripped to its bottom sheet with a video camera on a tripod at the end facing the bed and another on one side. He watched the naked Bako switch on lights which were directed towards the bed.

“What’s happening?” Hussain timidly asked.

Bako grinned. “The boss wants to fuck your arse whilst I film it. Anybody who watches gay porn on the internet will be able to watch your beautiful tight arse being fucked. You’ll be a star.”

“Okay” Eric announced as he walked in stark naked, “on your knees and get that arse in the air.”

Hussain looked at him and his eyes zoned in on the huge stiff cock that was aching for action. Bako took hold of him and roughly pushed him down onto the bed into a kneeling position, spreading his legs wide apart so his hole was nicely stretched. “Don’t move” he told him whilst Eric adjusted the side camera to film the action.

“Spank his arse” Eric demanded as he zoomed onto it using the camera at the end of the bed. Bako selected a spanking paddle from the array of sex toys nearby and proceeded to use it on Hussain’s buttocks.

“Ah” he cried as the first stroke struck his bare flesh. “Ah, fuck” he cried again as the next stroke hit his other buttock. His flesh was now stinging but the spanking continued until both buttocks were bright red. Eric indicated for him to stop and told him to squeeze the balls hanging between the legs. “Ahh” Hussain screamed as the pain shot through his body.

“You’ll get used to it” Eric laughed. “You may even begin to enjoy it.” Satisfied that the end camera was filming the red arse, he handed the portable camera to Bako. “Okay, let’s film this arse being fucked good and hard.” Satisfied that Bako was in position, he plunged his big cock into the waiting arse. Hussain screamed as it entered him and proceeded to give him a long hard fuck. He lost all sense of time but estimated the action must have continued for at least twenty-minutes before Eric pulled out, shooting his load over the entrance for the benefit of the camera, and plunged back in for another ten minutes.

Finally, the fucking stopped, and Eric gave each buttock a hard slap. Hussain’s head collapsed onto the bed with tears running down his face. What he didn’t know was that Bako was ready to fuck again so his arse received another roasting whilst Eric filmed the action.

“Excellent. That footage should net us a tidy sum once it’s uploaded to a porn site” Eric laughed.

“Yeah” Bako grinned. “And he’s a nice fuck. Clients will love fucking that arse.”

“There’s a duvet and pillow in the corner, so make up the bed for yourself. Tomorrow you’ll be taken to the house where you’ll be living and working. Sleep well. You’ll need it.”

“What will I be doing?” Hussain asked tentatively.

“You’ll find out tomorrow” Eric replied leaving the room.

“Just do as you’re told, and you’ll be fine” Bako told him after Eric had left. “You might even enjoy it” he grinned as he collected the two cameras and left the room. Hussain sat on the bed trying to process what was happening. All he did know was that his life couldn’t be worse than it had been in his home country.

2.

The following morning, Hussain was driven to the house in Kensington having been given his tracksuit top and bottoms to wear. Bako sat beside him and before they drove off, he fitted a blindfold over Hussain’s eyes. “Boss doesn’t want you to see where we’re going, so don’t touch it. Understood?”

“Yes”

Eric parked the car in the garage at the back of the property and Hussain was led into the house, his blindfold having been removed.

“Hi, boss” a naked Malik greeted the three arrivals. He was a twenty-three-year-old African who’d been made homeless at the age of eighteen when his father found out he was gay. He’d travelled to London and met Eric, who took him home and fucked him senseless before offering the job to manage the Kensington house. He enjoyed his job and the perks that went with it.

“How many clients?” Eric asked.

“One in room one. Three others due this afternoon and four this evening.”

“Gather the other lads together. I want to introduce our new recruit.”

Malik made haste to do as the boss had asked.

“Strip off” Bako told Hussain, knowing that the boss wanted all boys, including himself, naked once inside the house. Whilst Hussain obeyed, he did the same.

“I need a pee” Hussain pleaded once stark naked. Eric looked at him and asked if he had a full bladder. He confirmed that he had, having not had time to go before they left.

“Excellent. Take him to the piss room” he grinned. “And hold it until I say you can go” he added.

Bako led him to a small room at the end of the corridor which had a tiled floor and a plastic mattress on the floor. Hussain looked at the bare room wondering what was going on. Within seconds, four naked guys the same age as him walked in with Eric.

“You know what to do, so get to it” Eric told them as he prepared his video camera. Hussain was pushed down on his back and his legs lifted over his chest. Two lads held them wide apart over his shoulder. Another prepared his stiff cock and plunged it into Hussain’s open arse. Another pressed on his bladder and told him to let rip. He did, and a golden stream of piss shot into the air, landing on his chest. Another lad who was holding a leg, directed his cock onto Hussain’s face and let rip. Warm piss flowed over his face. He was told to open his mouth and the flow was directed into it. Another lad commenced pissing and his flow added to the other. Hussain could taste the golden nectar and was pleasantly surprised by its taste.

The guy fucking had now deposited his load and another guy took over. Once he’d dumped his load, another took his place until all four had fucked him plus Malik. The whole action was filmed by Eric, making another profitable porn video for uploading to a porn site.

“Clean up” Eric barked at Hussain as he left the room with Malik and three of the boys.

“Hi, I’m Omari. I’ll help you clean up. You’ll be sharing a room with me and Zan.”

As they mopped up the piss, washed the floor and the plastic mattress, Omari explained that he was an eighteen-year-old African who’d lost both parents in a boating accident before Eric found him wandering the streets.

“It’s a good life, provided you enjoy sex” he laughed. The boss appears strict but he’s a kind-hearted man beneath his stern exterior so provided you do as you’re told, you’ll be okay.” He added that Zan was Eastern European, also eighteen. “He arrived by boat as an illegal immigrant, but Eric gave him a home and work.”

“What work do we do?” Hussain asked, although he was beginning to have an idea.

Omari laughed. “Sex, of course. Guys rent us for gay sex, either here or at a location of their choosing. You soon get used to it and enjoy it.”

Hussain nodded, as he gave the floor a final wipe over.

“Come. I’ll show you, our room. It’s not much but it’s a bed and good food.” Omari led him down to the basement which had been converted into two rooms that each accommodated three beds, and a shower room plus separate toilet. “The six client rooms are upstairs. You’ll see those later.”

Hussain looked at the room without natural light, which would now be his bedroom. Having no clothes there was no wardrobe but a towel, flannel and toothbrush was laying on the bed.

“We’d better get back upstairs. You’ll be with me today so you can learn how to satisfy clients. Some book for a massage which normally follows us being fucked by them, and others just want sex. You’ll soon get the hang of it.”

Upstairs, Omari took him into a living room at the back of the house where the other four lads were waiting for a client. He introduced him to Zan and the other two who shared the second room in the basement with the guy who was with a client.

“You’re a great fuck” one of them chuckled. “Nice tight arse. Clients love that.”

Hussain sat down beside Omari and looked at the other three naked bodies. He still found it strange being naked all the time but no doubt he’d get used to it.

The next client arrived, and he’d chosen Omari. “We’re on. Follow me” Omari told Hussain who followed him nervously into the reception room.

“Oh yes. Fucking gorgeous. Do I get two for the price of one?” the client grinned.

Malik explained that Hussain was a new recruit, so was a trainee.

“Excellent. He looks a lovely fuck” the client replied.

They made their way to the assigned bedroom and the client was invited to have a shower which he accepted, provided Hussain joined him. With that agreed, Hussain helped him undress and led him to the bathroom where they had an enjoyable shower. Back in the sex room, the client laid face down on the bed and Omari proceeded to massage him with Hussain taking over every so often.

“Mm. That feels brilliant” the client announced after Hussain had massaged his back and buttocks in accordance with Omari’s instructions.

“You’re a natural” Omari told Hussain as he caressed the buttocks. Having massaged the legs and moved his hands well into the crotch, the client was told to turn over. His cock was already hard and bobbing up and down. Omari told Hussain to straddle the client and massage his shoulders, rubbing their erect cocks together as he did so. He slowly moved down the body until he reached the stiff cock. He gently rubbed it through his hand, causing the client to groan with pleasure. He took hold of the balls and rolled them in his other hand.

With the massage complete, Hussain was told to go onto his knees with his arse in the air. The client was delighted as he inserted his stiff naked cock into the tight arse. He continued fucking until he’d shot his load over Hussain’s back. He then wanted to fuck Omari, so he took Hussain’s place and watched the cock fuck him.

Having said goodbye to the satisfied client, Hussain and Omari returned to the living room.

“How did he do?” Malik asked.

“He’s a natural and the client loved fucking his arse” Omari reported.

“Excellent. You can now have a rest until your next client arrives in an hour’s time” Malik told Hussain. He smiled and watched Malik return to his office at the front of the house.

“Did you enjoy being fucked by your first client?” Zan giggled.

Hussain nodded. He had enjoyed it as he realised this was to be his life from now on.

An hour later his next client arrived. This time he was on his own, so he had the task of greeting the client once he’d paid Malik the requisite fee.

“I’m Hussain. Would you like a shower before we begin?”

“Hi, Hussain. I’m Terry. Yeah, a shower would be nice. Are you gonna join me?”

Hussain grinned and nodded as he commenced undressing Terry. Once naked, they walked along to the bathroom. Another client was just finishing. They acknowledged one another and Terry led Hussain to one of the shower heads. As they showered, he manhandled Hussain’s naked body, feeling his cock, his balls and even inserted a soapy finger into his arse.

“I’m so gonna enjoy fucking this beautiful arse” Terry giggled.

He too had opted for the full body to body massage followed by sex, so once back inside the sex room, Hussain commenced the massage with Terry lying face down.

“How long have you been doing this?” he asked, as hands massaged his back.

“This is my first day” Hussain replied.

“Mm, lucky me. So a new arse to fuck.”

With the massage complete, Terry told Hussain to lay on his back with his arms outstretched. He then fastened his wrists to the metal bedhead using the handcuffs provided. His legs were then lifted over his head and his feet were fastened onto the bedhead using leather restraints around his ankles.

With his arse now wide open, Terry took great delight in fingering it. First with one finger, then two and finally with three. Hussain looked up at the camera he knew was hidden in the light fitting and knew Malik would be monitoring what was going on just in case a client became too heavy handed. Omari had also told him that the camera was recording the action and edited parts of action would be uploaded to a porn site with the client’s face blanked out.

***

Throughout the next month Hussain was fucked by numerous guys. Some young, some old, some slim and good-looking, others not so, but he knew he had to endure it. Besides, it was better than having to constantly look over his shoulder waiting to be outed and arrested to be thrown off the top of a building because of his sexuality, which was something he could do nothing about. He’d been born that way, but the authorities were too dumb to work that out.

“The boss wants to see you two” Malik told Omari and Hussain.

“What about?” Omari asked.

“How the fuck should I know. Just go.”

“Am I in trouble?” Hussain whispered to Omari as they made their way to the office.

“Fuck no. You’re doing good. The clients love you.”

“Come in, guys and sit down.”

Both sat with their legs wide apart as usual, showing off all they had to offer. Eric smiled at them, enjoying the view. “A client has rented both of you to do a strip act in front of a group of friends at his house in Kent. Bako will drive you there and stay to drive you back, which could be in the early hours of the morning. Any questions?”

“Do we know how many guys in total?” Omari asked.

“Five, two of whom will be guys in their early twenties. Bako will give you the details on the way down. The client is paying well over the odds, so don’t fuck it up and give them a good show.”

Omari assured the boss they would although Hussain hadn’t a clue where to start. He’d never seen a strip show. Bako took them into the living room and went through the routine he had in mind.

“We can talk more about it on the way down, but first, put this on.” He gave each of them a G-string plus their usual sweatpants and top. Once dressed they followed him to a car outside, which was another upmarket electric one. As Hussain climbed into the back with Omari, he wondered how many cars the boss owned.

As he drove, Bako went through the routine in more detail. Satisfied they had grasped what he wanted, he sat back and drove.

“Hi, I’m Oliver” a guy in his thirties said as he welcomed them into the house which looked massive to Hussain. It was situated on the outskirts of Maidstone and was set in its own grounds. “Let’s have some tea whilst we go through tonight’s event.” He then called for a lad named Bruno who looked about Hussain’s age. “Tea for three and some of your delicious cakes, please.” The lad nodded and made his retreat. Omari’s cock reacted as he thought about fucking Bruno’s cute arse, but he guessed he got plenty of that from Oliver.

Whilst they waited, they discussed what the lads had in mind.

“That sounds perfect. Tristan is twenty and Andrew is his twin brother. They’ll both be willing to take part. Ah, here’s the tea. Thank you, Bruno. Is everything ready for this evening’s party?” Bruno confirmed that it was. “In that case, come and sit on my lap whilst we have tea.”

Having poured tea for three, plus one for himself, he sat across Oliver’s lap, leaning against the padded arm of the chair. As Oliver drank his tea, he used the other hand to fondle the contents of Bruno’s crotch. Omari had a feeling that he didn’t have anything on underneath in view of the hard roll that appeared. Bruno just sat back and enjoyed the attention as he drooled over Omari and Hussain whilst Oliver explained that the gathering was to celebrate a guest’s birthday.

The four guests arrived at seven-thirty and were ushered into the spacious living room by Bruno. The two strippers had been hidden in the dining room so as not to spoil the surprise. Once drinks had been served, Oliver announced that he’d organised a birthday surprise. The guests cheered although didn’t have a clue what it was. Bruno fetched Omari and Hussain and they danced in wearing a simple robe over their G-string. Once in the area that had been prepared for them in front of the guests, they flung off the robes with a flourish and began dancing erotically to the music they’d brought. As they danced, Bako slipped in behind the guests.

After a short erotic dance, they flung off their G-strings and the guests roared their approval as they gazed at the stark-naked lads. Starting at each end of the row of onlookers, Hussain and Omari worked their way along sitting on the lap of each guest. As expected, each guest fondled the naked cock now within their grasp and felt their own rising. The stripper slowly unbuttoned their shirt, slipping it off the shoulder and felt the bulge now forming in the crotch.

Once hard, they moved onto the next until they reached Tristan and Andrew who’d been strategically sat in the centre. Having removed their shirts and massaged the bulge in their trousers, they took them by the hand and led them to the small stage area. Standing behind them, rubbing their naked cock up against their butt, they reached round and unfastened their trousers. These were slipped down their legs and removed along with shoes and socks. Each was now facing the audience wearing only a skimpy pair of briefs.

Both guys were clearly enjoying it and felt behind them for the stiff cock pressing against their arse. In tandem, Hussain and Omari slipped the briefs off them to expose the guy’s erect cocks.

“Fuck me” Hussain and Omari whispered to their twin. They moved to front of stage and knelt side on to the audience facing one another. Not needing further encouragement, both Tristan and Andrew slipped their hard cock into the waiting arse and proceeded to fuck whilst the others looked on. The fuck lasted several minutes before each had dumped their load inside of their stripper. Once done and cocks withdrawn, there was immediate applause.

“Thank you, guys. That was brilliant. Let’s have some birthday cake and more drinks before we have fun with our wonderful strippers” Oliver announced. Whilst Bruno fetched the cake he’d made for the occasion, Oliver topped up drinks and gave both strippers and Bako one as well. They’d agreed earlier that the three of them would stay for sexual fun after the strip show, which incurred an extra fee, of course.

Once cake and drinks had been consumed, it became an orgy with Hussain, Omari, and Bako the guys being fucked.

It was well gone midnight before the orgy ended and the guests made their way home by taxis. Bako had kept off the alcohol, so was able to drive the lads home.

“Fuck, my arse feels sore” Omari groaned.

“So’s mine” Hussain giggled.

“And mine” Bako laughed, “but it was fucking good.”

3.

It was two months later that Hussain and Zan were summoned to the office again to see Eric.

“A wealthy client wants the pair of you to take part in some rough sex including tying him up and pissing on him. He lives near Henley on Thames. I also want to do some filming outside so put these on. We’re leaving now.”

The pair of them put on the usual sweatpants and top and followed Eric out to the car. They sat in the back as he climbed into the driver’s seat. “You’ll find a pack of six bottles of water on the floor. Drink three each so your bladder is full when you get there” he instructed them. They grinned at one another and grabbed a bottle of water.

About an hour later they were in the countryside. Eric drove down a country lane which seemed to lead nowhere since there wasn’t habitation to be seen. About a mile further on, he turned onto a rough track that led to a small lake.

“Strip off” he barked as he grabbed his camera. They looked at one another and then around them to see if anyone else was around, but it was deserted. They shrugged their shoulders, assuming Eric knew what he was doing and stripped naked. He then instructed Hussain to bend over the bonnet and for Zan to fuck him whilst he filmed the action.

As usual, it didn’t take long for Zan to have a hard cock, so he lubricated it with the lube provided and stuffed it into Hussain’s arse. Eric zoomed onto the hard naked cock enter and then begin pumping.

“Keep going for at least fifteen minutes” Eric told him, so Zan slowed the pace so he wouldn’t climax too soon. “Shoot your load over his hole and then plunge back in again to continue fucking until I say stop” he added.

Zan duly obeyed and a good fifteen minutes later felt his climax rising so pulled out and shot ribbon after ribbon of creamy cum over the arse before plunging back in. Hussain uttered a loud “Ah” as the cock filled him up again.

They were then instructed to change over but this time Zan was told to sit on the bonnet with his legs in the air so Hussain could fuck his arse. Hussain lubricated his now hard cock and proceeded to fuck the hot arse. He’d only once before fucked Zan during their downtime at the house when all the lads liked to have fun with one another.

“Ah, fuck” Zan cried out at the big cock breached his arse. Hussain continued fucking for another fifteen minutes before he shot his load over the entrance and plunged back in to continue fucking whilst Eric filmed.

“Excellent. Now run down to the lake and jump into the water. Play around with one another and then walk out towards me back to the car” Eric told them.

They did as requested, and ran into the cold water, screaming as they did so. They played with one another like lovers before running out towards Eric who was filming the action. As he walked backwards towards the car, their naked bodies following him.

“Brilliant” Eric congratulated them. “You’ll find towels in the boot plus a flask of hot coffee.”

“That water was fucking cold” Zan laughed as he dried himself off in the sunshine which warmed his naked body. Once dry, they enjoyed the hot coffee and a cake. They then looked for their clothes inside the car.

“You don’t need them. The client wants you to arrive stark naked” Eric grinned. “Get in lads.”

As they made their way back to the main road, Zan and Hussain felt conscious of their nakedness but secretly enjoyed the sexually excited feeling it caused. Twenty minutes later they stopped at a large wooden gate. Eric announced their arrival on the intercom and the gate slowly slid open. Once through, it closed behind them. They saw a guy standing waiting for them. Eric parked the car and told the lads to get out.

“Hi. I’m Benjamin, although you can call me Ben. Oh my, you two are gorgeous” he exclaimed, looking the two naked lads up and down.

“I’m Eric. We spoke on the phone.”

“Good to meet you. And spot on time. Come on in.”

Ben led them into the large house that oozed money.

“Florin, open the champagne, please.”

The twenty-one-year-old Romanian had worked for Ben since the age of fifteen after his homophobic parents realised, he was gay. He opened the bottle and poured four glasses.

“And one for yourself after you’ve stripped” Ben smiled.

Florin immediately obeyed and removed his white shirt, trousers, and shoes. He then poured himself a glass of champagne and stood admiring Hussain and Zan’s nakedness.

After refills had been given and the bottle was empty, Ben invited everyone to join him in the basement.

“Wow” Zan gasped as he looked at the array of sex toys and equipment. Hussain looked at the written instructions they’d been given. First on the list was to shackle Ben to the wooden sex frame.

“Lay him face down” he told Zan. They then fastened his hands and feet to the X frame using the leather restraints. His arms and legs were now stretched wide. “Now rip off his clothes, and I mean rip. Use the knife to cut thick material.” Zan worked with the knife, cutting every hem and waist whilst Hussain ripped the material until the items of clothing could be removed. He was now stark naked.

“He clearly enjoys this” Zan laughed, grabbing hold of the erect cock. They then pulled the frame upright using the attached rope and pulley system. Ben was now hanging upside down with his stiff cock poking through a hole in the frame. Hussain tried to imagine what it must feel like but quickly cleared his mind.

“Suck his cock” Hussain told Florin. Whilst he sucked, Zan and Hussain flogged Ben’s arse as instructed. Zan used a whip and Hussain a spanking paddle. When it was glowing, they stopped and lowered the X frame to the horizontal. In accordance with the instructions, Florin rode Ben’s cock whilst Hussain and Zan pissed over Ben’s naked body, including into his mouth. When they’d pissed every drop, they took over from Florin and fucked his arse, depositing their load inside.

With every item on the list completed, they released Ben. “That was fucking brilliant. Thanks guys. I trust you got all of that on film” he asked Eric.

“Yep. Every bit. It will go wild on the net and make us a lot of money.”

“Time for something to eat. Florin, what have you got for us?”

“Cold ham and salad” Florin replied.

“Perfect.”

They returned upstairs, everyone remaining naked. “I’ve dreamt of doing that and having it filmed for such a long time” Ben grinned. “Thanks guys.”

The others told him it was a pleasure, which it was. “Now, I’d like to invite you guys to a gay party this evening with three young friends of mine. It will be wild, but very enjoyable. You can stay the night if you want to let your hair down. There will be lots of sex, alcohol, and drugs. How about it?”

Eric looked at his guys and they both nodded their agreement. “Yes, we’d love to accept your invitation.”

“Excellent. You won’t regret it.”

On the dot of seven, the gate buzzer sounded, and Florin opened the gate for Sebastian, Edward, and Terrence to enter. Ben walked out the front door stark naked to greet them.

“Hi, my beauties” he grinned as he watched three stark naked guys exit the vehicle. They kissed and felt one another before entering the house. “I’ve got two beauties for you guys to fuck” he grinned,

“Excellent. We’re ready for action” Edward replied. They entered the house and were introduced to Eric, Hussain, and Zan.

“Wow, they’re fucking gorgeous” Sebastian exclaimed.

“Champagne, please Florin” Ben grinned. He’d prepared two bottles knowing it would be consumed.

Once the champagne had been drunk, Sebastian suggested they go down to the sex den. Once there, Zan was strapped into a sex sling with his arse wide open for fucking, the other guys fucked it hard. Hussain had been shackled onto the X frame and was hanging in a perfect position to be fucked.

He felt a hard cock enter his arse. It was big and he gasped as it breached him. He was also conscious that Eric was filming the action. The anonymous cock continued fucking until it had dumped its load. As soon as he pulled out, another cock fucked him. ‘This ares is ripe for a double fuck”, the guy laughed after dumping his load of cum into him. Another guy stuffed his hard cock alongside the other and they fucked in unison. Hussain’s arse was stretched wide as the two cocks fucked until each had deposited a load of cum.

I need a piss, another guy laughed, and stuffed his semi-hard cock into Hussain’s arse to dump his piss. Another guy told him to squeeze it out and drank every drop. Zan was receiving similar treatment, including double fucking and piss, but it didn’t bother him.

“Thanks, guys. You did well. The client was very pleased with you” Eric told them once they were travelling home. Neither had bothered to put clothes on so were still stark naked. When they arrived home at three in the morning they followed Eric into the house stark naked. They weren’t bothered if any neighbours saw them.

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Hussain, Omari and Zan reached the age of nineteen within weeks of one another. Eric told them that it was time to move on, so they left his protection and set out on their own. They’d each been given a sizeable sum of money from him, so pooled their resources and rented a flat together. Since the only skill they had was servicing clients, they set up their own operation. Older clients hired them as escorts to accompany them to events and sex afterwards, and younger clients enjoyed nights of wild parties and sex. Between them they made sufficient money to survive. They are all still illegal immigrants, so had to rely on the fake documents they’d received from Eric.

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