http://staghomme.com/ Elevated X, Inc. cms Demo en-us https://staghomme.com/videos/french-connection-vol-1-full-movie.html The French Connection is set in the mafia world of Staghomme. They say the Cabal is like quicksand, warm and soft, easy to fall into, impossible to get out of. Athletic twink-jock, Hugo, and his well-muscled friend Occitan Prince are in deep and sinking fast. Hugo’s father, businessman Apolo Adrii, has been made the frontman for the Cabal’s exclusive luxury Paris nightclub, The French Connection. In the secret upstairs VIP lounge, absolutely anything is available. For a price. Including the handsome boys who cater to their guest's every need. Hugo and Occitan are the first recruits, and the Cabal’s mafia boss, Italian stud Andolini and his second Guillaume make sure they know who their bosses are. These boys are far from being angels and Adolini knows it. Having them in the club keeps Hugo’s father in line, and keeping their secrets from Apolo keeps them willing and available for whatever is needed. What Andolini needs most is a tight young twink ass to fuck, and he has two of the best. contentgroup_8392 https://staghomme.com/videos/rewards-french-connection-vol-1.html As doubtful as I was about the choice of Apolo Adrii to run the French Connection, he’s proved me wrong. Sure, he’s a good businessman, but running a nightclub requires a lot more than a good mind for euros. It turns out he’s quite charismatic when he wants to work a room, and he has the social connections to bring in all the right kinds of people. He knows what they want, as well, and has made some good suggestions. We’ve been open for three months and had a meeting to look over the books. I already knew we had something to celebrate, though, so I told Occitan to come over after we were done. Our profits have exceeded everyone’s expectations and I figured Apolo and I deserved a reward, maybe some bonding time as well. There is nothing like sharing a fuckboy to bring two men closer. Occitan is coming along quite well. His ability to deep throat thick cocks has improved considerably. Of course, I make sure he gets plenty of practice on mine. I’ve gotten him cast in his first porn movie… Caged. A young twunk finds himself thrown in prison. I rounded up some real ex-cons to gang bang him. They aren’t very good at learning lines, but they know what to do. Just put them in a cell, turn the camera on, and let them improvise. Hugo is our clean cut boy-next-door Twink of the Year, but I’ve got something darker in mind for Occitan, and I’ve discovered he has a raunchy side you might not expect. We’ll premier the movie in the VIP Lounge, and arrange for a EuroGay Porn Video of the Year award to give Occitan a boost into porn stardom. I’m good to my boys. Yesterday afternoon he had two horny men with hard cocks to service. We got Occitan stripped down right away and on his knees, taking turns deep throating us. I let Guillaume stay around to watch, but this was strictly between me, Apolo, and our fuckboy. We took turns holding his head while the other fucked his throat. He was drooling and choking, getting red in the face, but he didn’t try to say, “stop.” He's learning really well. The guys in the movie taught him what endurance is. Even a good blowjob only goes so far, though, and his ass is too good to pass up. We got him up on the back of the sofa, which just happens to be perfect height and about as thick as a fuck bench. That was no accident when I bought it. We started to spit-roast him, occasionally letting him jack us to give his stretched out throat a break. In the end, we were taking turns, long dicking him with alternating strokes. It was an unspoken thing to get him on his knees before either of us fucked a load in him. With him kneeling there mouth open, tongue out, we jacked our selves over the edge, with our eyes locked together, two pervy alpha studs using a fuckboy like he should be used. contentgroup_8373 https://staghomme.com/videos/entertainment-french-connection-vol-1.html The Cabal has arranged for Hugo to win France’s Twink of the Year Award. Not that he doesn’t deserve it. He was one of the hottest young men on the stage. We don’t leave things up to chance, though. Now that he has a title, he’s worth twice what he was last week. Same hot boy, same sweet hole, but marketing makes all the difference. The guests in the VIP suite at The French Connection weren’t there to see him win. Most of them wouldn’t dare be seen at an event like that. They may have seen his picture on one of the gay news sites, or watched clips of the contest on YouTube. They couldn’t miss the life-size cut out of Hugo wearing nothing but his title sash, standing just inside the door of the VIP suite. Our guests don’t have to look at him from afar, on a contest stage, or lust after his pictures on Gai France. He’s here serving your drinks. Slip a five euro note in his g-string and he might sit on your lap for a minute and give you a kiss. Pay the concierge a thousand, and you can follow him upstairs to a guest suit for an hour. This afternoon, though, he’s here. In my apartment. Being a Specialiste with the Cabal has many privileges. Being entertained by my boys is one of them. They need to remember who their boss is. Who is working to make them the stars they want to become. Hugo is a good boy, though, a sweet mignon more than willing to show his appreciation for what I do for him. I told him to put on a show for me, and he started to strip. Guillaume, my Associe, was there. He’s been working hard so I let him join me. Truth is, I like sharing a boy with another man. There is just something about the macho camaraderie, not to mention the raunchy sensation of fucking into a hole that’s lubed up with fresh cum and filling a fuckboy up with his second load. Others were coming in for a staff meeting, but I thought we had time for some fun before they got there. Then Apolo arrived early. Obviously, he knows what’s going on. I think he’s even been fucking Hugo himself lately. It was going to be extra hot fucking a boy in front of his own father. What can I say, I’m a real perv. I was surprised when he wondered over to join us. There was not much I could say, but I didn’t want to. This was getting hotter and hotter. Pretty soon, Guillaume and I had both of them down on their knees sucking us off. Finally, where they should be. I don’t care what Apolo thinks, He’s not one of us. Not yet anyway. I was surprised. I don’t know where he learned it, but he’s as good a cocksucker as his son. I wanted some ass, though. I got them on their feet and inspiration struck. I made Apolo put on a show for us and fuck his son while we watched. After he lubed Hugo up with the family seed, it was Guillaume's turn. I went last, fucking our Twink of the Year hard. Not as long as I wanted to, since the others would be here soon. Truth is, I couldn’t hold out long anyway. This is the hottest, raunchiest thing I’ve done in ages. contentgroup_8372 https://staghomme.com/videos/perks-french-connection-vol-1.html Managing the VIP Lounge in The French Connection is the first Cabal venture that the Parrain has allowed me to run myself. If I do well, it will mark my promotion from Associé to Spécialiste. That means a lot more responsibility, but it also includes certain perks. The Cabal is strict and unforgiving, but it is also generous. Those who are loyal and perform well can count on being well rewarded. Of course the first benefit, aside from my share of the profits, are the boys. Unlike the stable of Cabal Escorts, the boys working in the VIP Lounge belong to me, and they are at my command 24/7. They have their own lives, but all of us serve the members of the Lounge however, and whenever, they choose. When they are not on call, though, I can use the boys however, and whenever, I want! Of course, Hugo is Apolo’s son. He’s here as insurance to keep his dad in line. He’s also a greedy little slut, willing to drop his pants for any man that offers him a large enough tip. Occitan is a different story. He’s a gorgeous young man. An indifferent college student. Looking for direction. He sees the possibilities in moving from collecting tips from random strangers on his Only Fans page, to being one of the top escorts in Paris. I can teach him everything he needs to know, from proper table manners, to deep throating my massive cock. Frankly, any man larger than mine has no right to think he’s going to get it swallowed. There are physical limits, after all. Occitan is a sturdy boy, though. He just needs practice, and I’m more than happy to give it to him. Once he’s trained, I will introduce him to some of the wealthiest men in the world, willing to pay top dollar for the company of a young man like Occitan, and both of us will profit very handsomely. He has ten years before his boyish charms start to fade, but I will teach him to top. There are many men who will also pay well to be used by a strapping young stud, as well. I called him over to my place to start his training. I got him naked, on his knees, and started fucking his face. He was gagging and choking, but he let me do it. The more he chokes, the more turned on I get. Another lesson to teach him is that there are men who want to be swallowed balls deep and others who want to think that they are forcing him to take their meat. For now, his struggles are very real, and I tell him what a good boy he is. I could easily keep going until I striped his face with my load. I want to fuck him, though. He has one of the nicest asses I’ve ever seen, firm and round, with a hole that is absolute paradise. He’s a natural fuckboy that instinctively knows how to please a man’s cock. There’s nothing to teach him about that. I just enjoy using him, watching him squirm, hearing him whimper and moan as I pound his tight beautiful ass over and over. It felt like I fucked him for hours, but I know I couldn’t hold out that long. When I was ready to come, he begged me to breed him. Even after I filled him up, I couldn’t stop fucking his sloppy hole until my well drained cock was too soft to go in anymore. Such a nice ass! Such a wonderful boy! contentgroup_8360 https://staghomme.com/videos/the-big-man-french-connection-vol-1.html In the VIP lounge at the French Connection, we have live sex shows several times a night to entertain our guests. There are even some exhibitionist fucks who will pay for the privilege of using a boy on stage, in front of the crowd. Not enough to keep the show going. That’s where I step in. As they say, it’s a dirty job, but somebody’s got to do it. I’ve got a smoking hot body, a big dick, and I know how to use it. Why not show it off? One of our twunk sluts is going to take it at least once a day, anyway, it might as well be onstage. Anyway, Andolini wanted a dress rehearsal. I mean, I don’t know if I should be insulted that he thinks I don’t know how to fuck a couple of twinks, or not. What the big man wants, he gets, though. He was on the phone and I thought I would go ahead and get the boys warmed up, So to speak. Yeah, get those twink pricks standing tall and those tight holes twitching for my fat rod to scratch the itch deep in their sweet asses. So Andolini comes in, gives me a nod and goes over to sit back on the sofa, pull his dick out and enjoy the show. I have to say, we lucked out, getting Hugo and Occitan. I was not thrilled about having to train Apolo’s son. I mean, I understand that having him in the harem is insurance to keep his dad in line. Roping in his friend Occitan just makes it one big family affair. They are both grade-A twunk beef, but that alone doesn’t make for a good fuck toy. Turns out they are both horny little sick fucks that are up for anything, though. And anybody. As long as they get dick and cum, they are pretty much game. There are a lot of men willing to pay for the chance to give it to them. I guess every man has a fantasy about having a three-way with two bottoms. It’s just that ego trip about being man enough to wear out two bitches and leave them both used up and satisfied. It’s even better knowing that they are my fuck toys, there for anything I tell them to do, even if I know the little horndogs would do it anyway. I put them through their paces. Fucking their throats. Fucking their asses. The whole time, they were kissing and fondling each other. Two hot young lovers being exploited by their pervy boss. We put on quite a show. I just wish I had been able to watch. We need more mirrors in the yacht. There’s nothing better than shooting your load deep into some twink’s ass and then watching your cum drip back out of his puffy gaping hole. I couldn’t decide which one to breed, though. I ended up jacking off, with them on their knees, mouths open, tongues out. I shot enough to paint stripes across both their faces and coat their tongues. Then they shared my cum in a kiss. The crowd will love that! The Big Man was very pleased, but I think we need a lot more practice. contentgroup_8365 https://staghomme.com/videos/service-french-connection-vol-1.html The boys reported to the boat today. Both of them scared shitless. I brought them in and Andolini chose Hugo. Hugo is already broken in. His father is working for us, after all. Occitan, though, he’s new meat. Needs to be handled carefully until we get a read on him. He’s no angel, though. We wouldn’t have made a play for him if he was. He and Hugo both have been very bad boys, and they don’t want their parents to know. It was Andolini’s job to break Occitan in, but I got left with him. I mean, he’s not exactly leftovers. Some men would think he’s hotter than Hugo, a big strapping young stud. If he had a bigger dick, he would make a hell of a top. We have a lot of clients who like to get their freak on, giving it up to a twunk like Occitan. He’s a hell of a bottom, too, though, and his ass is all I’m interested in. I have a nice big dick to stretch his hole out with. I’m pretty sure Andolini just wanted to fuck Apolo’s son, though. I mean, it’s not exactly behind Apolo’s back. He knows it’s going to happen sooner or later. I think Apolo seems like a decent guy. I’m just a gangster, though. Andolini is a consigliere. He’s got turf to protect. The Boss brought Apolo in to run the club, and Andolini feels threatened. Fucking Apolo’s son is just payback. Like I say, I wasn’t disappointed with my fucktoy. That Occitan has a damn fine ass. I was just getting going when in walks Apolo. He just strips down and joins in. Andolini is right, after all, and has a nice piece on him. Turns out he knows how to use it, too. We worked that twunk over real good. Took turns spit roasting him from both ends, throat fucking him until he was choking and covered in spit. We don’t know each other well enough to fuck in each other’s cum, though. We didn’t need to talk about it. It was just mutual understanding. When the time came, we pushed him to his knees and beat off. Our eyes were locked together when we came, covering that sluts face up in jizz, him there on the floor, his tongue stuck out like a good boy. He’s going to be really popular. Me and Apolo? Good times! Maybe we made a connection. Next time we might just breed him together. contentgroup_8356 https://staghomme.com/videos/introductions-french-connection-vol-1.html We didn’t just decide to bring Hugo into the harem on a whim. It’s true, we wanted something to keep his father in line but that wouldn’t work if he weren’t at least open to the idea. Apolo knew that Hugo was sexually active. He doesn’t know what a horndog his son actually is. I do. I’ve been following him, or my men have. I’ve seen his Grindr profile. I also saw the phone video made when one of my men picked him up in one of the sleezier gay bars in town, took him to the basement, threw him up against a wall, and nailed his ass. I got a personal report about just how sweet it is. I’ve seen his Only Fans page, too. His Dad doesn’t know about that. It’s my leverage to keep Hugo in line. If he even thinks about an answer other than, “Yes, sir,” I’ll pull out my phone, open a text to Apolo, type in the address to “OnlyFans.com/TwunkBoyHugo” and show him the screen before I hit send. Yeah, I’ve seen him with his twunk legs spread wide open and a fat dildo drilling into his hole. I’ve seen him fucking his friend Occitan. That’s where we found him. Occitan will be a trickier proposition. That OF debut was supposed to be a one time thing for Occitan. Just a walk on the wild side. He’s no angel, though. He’s got a Grindr account and he’s really free with his ass. He’ll settle into the game fast, or a screen capture of his show with Hugo will end up in his mother’s In Box. I ordered them both to show up at the yacht together. My man Guillaume welcomed them on board and took their phones, then he brought them to me. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with them this first time. Maybe make Hugo fuck Occitan while I watched, then join in. Make Hugo watch me fuck his friend. I think Hugo is fully on board with the plan but Occitan may need more breaking in. One look at Hugo, though, and I had to have him. I’ve watched him pleasing way too many other men. He needs to know who his ass belongs to now. I sent Occitan off with Guillaume. This was just between me and my new boy… my sweet, sleek, doe eyed, trembling fuck toy. The only thing that would make this better would be to have Apolo here to watch me fuck his son. Even while he’s getting tangled up deeper and deeper into the Cabal, he still sees himself as the elite corporate executive, better than gangsters like me. Maybe he is, but his greed has put his son in my hands and I’m going to enjoy every minute I have with him. That Hugo is a player, though. He was about to piss his pants when Guillaume brought him into the cabin. He was still trembling when I stepped up behind him. Maybe it’s because he knew what was coming and figured being agreeable would make it easier. Maybe it’s because I’m a pretty hot gros macho with a big dick who knows how to tame a fucktoy. Whatever. While I was getting acquainted with his twunk body and the scent of young musk, I felt a hand slipping down to feel my cock throbbing in my pants. Then I noticed he was as hard as I was. Yeah, this was going down real easy. I didn’t even need to tell him to get on his knees and suck me. I dropped my pants and down he went. After he got me wet, though, I sat back on the sofa and made him ride me. Nothing like making a twunk like him give up his own ass. He moaned and whined but he took it. He rode me like a champ. Couldn’t get enough. He even pulled his ass off of me before I put him up on the bar for a real fuck. I was going to breed him. Plant my load deep in his guts, my sperm swimming around trying to be part of him. At the last second, I realized that there was a purpose for this beside my own pleasure, though. I drug him off the bar, back on his knees, and unloaded on his face. Reminded him where he belonged. Such a good boy, even stuck out his tongue for his man. I can tell the Boss we made a good choice. Now that friend of his. contentgroup_8352 https://staghomme.com/videos/out-to-sea-french-connection-vol-1.html Working with the Cabal is the best of times… and it can be the worst. I got involved with the Cabal when I ran into some trouble with my business dealings. Not financial. Money has never been a problem for me; it just seems to grow in my hands. No, there are some problems that can’t be solved with a bank transfer. Let’s just say I needed some extra leverage. I was drinking with a friend. We had both had a bit much, I unloaded on his shoulder, and he gave me a number to call. He warned me, but I was desperate and, if I’m being honest… greedy. Their help didn’t come cheap, but it was very well worth the investment at the time. Then, the second time I had business with the Cabal to attend to, the courier they sent let me know that he had been instructed to express their appreciation in any way that I wished. Any. Way. Lets just say that I took full advantage of that, and it has become a very productive relationship. I had never imagined that they could be so helpful in so many ways. My friend warned me, though, that business with them is like quicksand; warm and soft, easy to sink into, impossible to get out of. My businesses, until now, have been legitimate, despite their help. Until now. That is precisely why they want me involved in their latest venture. They approached me with the idea of starting a “gentlemen’s club.” Very exclusive, expensive, exotic. A place for a very particular clientele who expect the very best of the best, and pay top dollar to get it. A place where anything is possible for the right price. The French Connection. They need me as a front. A businessman with influence, connections, an impeccable reputation. Someone entirely above reproach. Of course, the operation is like an old fashioned Speak Easy, as it were. The public face is simply a luxury nightclub. The kind of place where the bottle service starts at $500 and goes up. Anybody with the right credit card is welcome. Getting through the door at the end of the back hall is more… complicated. The front of the house is all mine. The Cabal will make sure it is very successful, and my own social connections won't hurt, either. The cover story is that it’s a hobby. I need something to take my mind off the daily grind, as it were. Some men play golf. I run the most glamorous night spot in the city. I’ve always had a reputation for being just a little off beat, always ready to shake things up and do the unexpected. Especially if it makes me richer than I already am. The Cabal doesn’t just take loyalty at face value, though. This club is going to have guests with international reputations. It’s going to potentially involve nightly receipts in the millions. It’s going to require a proportionally large investment to set up and run. They wanted to be sure that I wouldn’t have second thoughts. I have a son, Hugo. He is my world. I would die for him without a heartbeat of hesitation. He’s gay. I can’t judge that, sinking my dick into the Cabal’s escorts every chance I get. He’s young, though. He’s out sowing his oats like young men do. The centerpiece of this club, that is the club behind the second door, is a harem of young men. Very open minded, adventurous, agreeable, highly sexed young men. I was informed that my son would be the first. Whatever second thoughts I might have, Hugo was their insurance that I wouldn’t walk away. “No,” was not an option. I told him that his Grindr hook ups and prowling around bars had to stop. Sooner or later people would find out he was my son and I couldn’t afford it. I gave him a choice. He could go off to a strict Catholic boarding school, or he could go to work for my friends and have all the dick and ass he wanted, discreetly and privately, along with five times his usual allowance. He said, “yes.” Like a good Cabal member, I made him an offer he couldn’t refuse. Better than telling him the truth. His first assignment, recruitment. Occitan is a very handsome young man from school. He’s bright, well bred, young, and horny. An afternoon on the yacht with Hugo was an invitation he wouldn’t think of turning down. I watched as Hugo seduced him. Took him below deck. Stripped him. Fucked him. Covered him in teen spunk. I got it all on tape. As he was leaving the boat, I handed him the evidence. Quicksand. contentgroup_8343 https://staghomme.com/videos/win-win-the-americans-vol-3.html I know that I shouldn’t get attached to my clients, but it’s impossible not to have favorites. There are clients that I fuck with my eyes closed, my teeth clenched, trying think of somebody else and new clients that I’m relieved that they are not too bad when I meet them. Then there are a few like Mr. Snow. He’s always impeccably well groomed and just the scent of his cologne gets me hard. I think he even has pedicures, which is good because he likes to have his feet worshiped. He also has the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. It hurts like hell when it first spears into my hole, but I love every fat painful inch of it. I’m probably nothing but a hole to fuck for him, like all of the others. Still, he likes to kiss me. Most of the others never do. I swear when he does it there is a soft look in his eyes. He gets incredibly turned on when I lick his silk socked feet, or suck on his bare toes. I get incredibly turned on, too. He’s not the only one into feet worship. I even have one client that sucks my toes while he fucks me. None of that means anything. Mr Snow, though… he deserves to be worshiped for the powerful handsome man that he is. I wish he would buy my contract. I would treat him like a God! I would literally do anything for a man like him. I’m just his fucktoy, though. A cum dump to empty his nuts in. He likes to fuck me long and deep, clearly enjoying my body. I can feel him start to speed up though. No man can last forever. At a certain point they aren’t just a man enjoying a hot boy with a tight hole. Their thrusting gets fast and desperate, their dick takes over and they turn into beasts ready to breed. I can’t even control it with a man like Mr. Snow, but my total consciousness is reduced down to being an asshole, opening up as wide as I can, as desperate to have his cum in my guts as he is to plant it there. Later, I hold it in as long as I can, wanting to keep him a part of me. Maybe I do have more feelings for him than I should. contentgroup_8329 https://staghomme.com/videos/a-hard-man-bastian-uncovered-vol-7.html Bastian had always done as he was told when taking on a task for the Cabal, Europe’s underground network of power and influence. He knew better than to bite the hand that was keeping him fed. Having served them for quite some time, he had become more familiar with their methods as well as who was directly involved with his side of the business, done amongst the shadows. Unbeknownst to Bastian however, there was one member of the Cabal who had taken more than just a liking to him and actively kept tabs on him. One of their right-hand men, the ‘entertainment escort’ known as Mr. Fros. Mr. Fros had crossed paths with Bastian before, there was a lull in between rendezvous and the in-demand bottom found himself submitting to one of the henchmen who worked in between sessions to ensure everything ran smoothly and to apply force wherever necessary. Standing tall with a solid frame of pure muscle, the muscular man was not someone that Bastian or any of the clients he had previously satisfied would want to get on the bad side of. Upon entering the waiting room, the younger man was taken aback by seeing a henchman instead of one of his proper clients, but he knew better than to question who was in his company. Despite acting as though Bastian was meant to be on assignment, Mr. Fros had secretly planned for this ‘unscheduled’ interaction between them. A brief exchange occurred that quickly established Fros as the one in control, demanding that Bastian have a seat and remove his shirt. The bottom was quick to snap into his submissive headspace, knowing full well that the dominant man had taken a liking to him, but that didn’t neglect the darkness in his eyes that always reminded Bastian that this man was a known killer. It was a level of intensity that Bastian had grown accustomed to, but he was constantly reminding himself that these men wouldn’t think twice about acting out against a fellow member of their secret society if push came to shove. It was for that reason that the younger man didn’t hesitate when being told what to do. Instead, Bastian followed orders and never asked questions. Even with Mr. Fros’ rough approach, there was a sentimentality that must’ve been reserved for when he played with Bastian specifically. The beefy henchman covered his playmate in slow, passionate kisses planted all over his body, stirring up a quiet hunger for physical affection that came almost as second nature to the obedient bottom. The intimacy bounced back between the two extremes, starting with the dominant top force feeding his big cock to the submissive cocksucker, yet somehow managing to do a 180 and share moments of tenderness like when Mr. Fros planted more kisses along Bastian’s backside. Mr. Fros wasted no time getting down to business, immediately pumping his sausage-thick member past Bastian’s pucker as soon as the boy was face down and ass up in the air. The large piece of meat stretched the horny lad enough to keep his own hard-on fully erect when getting fucked bareback. Bastian even sucks Mr. Fros’ hung package clean after riding the dominant top. With his feet pressed up against the well-defined chest of his beefy top, Bastian relaxed his hole and prepared to be pounded by Mr. Fros once again. Surrendering to the intensity and learning to revel in it as the bottom allowed himself to be properly manhandled. Letting Mr. Fros have his way with him wasn’t all bad when he got off also. contentgroup_8281 https://staghomme.com/videos/enticements-the-americans-vol-3.html Cabal member Adam Snow and businessman Charlie Cherry have signed a major smuggling agreement. Charlie is a recognized face across the EU. It would almost be an international incident for his Rolls Royce Silver Cloud to be stopped at a border and searched. Thus all manner of contraband could be transported across the continent in its spacious trunk with almost zero risk and significant rewards for Mr. Cherry who would generally be making the trip anyway. One could think of it as a very very generous payment for “gas money.” With the details nailed down, arrangements made, and a downpayment secured, it’s time to sit back, relax, and celebrate their partnership. Adam thinks there is no better way for two alpha males to bond than by fucking a couple of rentboy studs together. He has arranged for two of the Cabal's hottest escorts to be on hand. Luciano and Gus Torres are two beefy Latin pedazo with full sensual lips, deep throats, firm round asses and tight holes. Adam calls for them and Charlie's eyes light up when they walk into the room, not to mention his cock going rock hard in his pants. The two men quickly have their boys stripped down, ready for some fun. For a start, there are throats to be fucked and asses to be eaten. The two men could spend hours on their knees behind their fucktoys, faces pressed between hard round muscles, eating out sweet holes. Their hard dripping cocks have other ideas, though, and fucking soon commences. The men swap several times. Real brotherhood is feeling another man’s spit and precum lube your fuck. Working with the Cabal may turn out to be a very good thing, indeed. This afternoon, it most certainly is! contentgroup_8273 https://staghomme.com/videos/the-reunion-bastian-uncovered-vol-7.html Today, I was excited to surprise and see Nicholas Bardem again. It has been six years since I have taken care of him, but back then I was very young and not under the Cabal as I am now. When I saw him, he was surprised at my unexpected arrival and also with my connection with the underworld. Nevertheless, he was happy to see me. Actually, I was somewhat shocked to find someone from my past within the organization. Nicholas lost his wife a couple of years ago but, as part of the clergy, is not able to remarry. To a normal, healthy man, that means his needs are pent up and not being met. Regardless, in no time he was kissing me, stripping me down to my underwear and socks, knowing that relief was coming. He wanted me to go slower than we used to, I suppose it was to make it last longer, especially since he has had no attention in a long time, unless he could find an altar boy to fuck. When Nicholas unzipped and opened his pants, pulling out his cock, I realized it was like seeing an old friend. I moved over and began sucking him, remembering his particular manly smell, fragrant, an aphrodisiac as only a man can produce, and the unique taste of his dick are still the same. I craved it all as I did years ago. His grunts and moans to my sucking were different too, letting me know of his need and that he missed our times together, all of which made me more and more horny. By now I was totally nude except for my white socks and moved down and started licking his shoe. I remembered that he enjoys foot worship. Nicholas got me up and to lean over, and began slapping my ass with his hand, but he began spanking harder and rubbing his hand in my crack between swats. He then moved me into an all fours position and started smelling my socks, moving up, rimming me. The scruff on his face rubbing my tender crack and probing tongue were driving me crazy. I said to him, “Fuck me”. Without fanfare, Nicholas rose, spit on his cock, and shoved in. He was ready with need. In no time he was pumping me at a good pace, but then stopped, pulled out and sat down on the ottoman. Nicholas got me to lean over his lap and began to spank me, hard. This was new between us. But little did he know that getting a spanking had become a fetish of mine making me more aroused, so I told him I wanted it harder. Slap, slap, slap, over and over, he did not hold back. By the time he stopped, motioning me to get up, he called me a “bad boy”. Nicholas leaned back and I slid down on his cock, riding him, bouncing up and down his dick. Then soon, I wanted to change it up. I got up, leaned down, sucking him, tasting myself, from ass to mouth. He loved it by the moans I was hearing, but soon he wanted and needed to fuck me again. I got up and slid down his rock hard dick and resumed riding him but now he was thrusting up as I was sliding down, faster and faster. So HOT! But I knew from the past this fun carnival ride was coming to an end soon. Being a kind, considerate person, he asked if I wanted to cum. Of course, I told him I did and he told me to shoot on his clerical shirt, which he was still wearing, marking the black fabric with streaks of white cum. I came on his shirt which appeared to make him happy. Then I told him to cum inside me and, with a fever pitch, he pounded me until he came hard with ropes of his warm male elixir shooting deep inside me. Nicholas sought comfort in me, using my body, and I was able to provide it. I hope I am assigned to him again in the future. contentgroup_8262 https://staghomme.com/videos/like-gods-the-americans-vol-3.html I was given another assignment to take care of Mr. Snow. I never know and cannot ask questions other than where do I go, who am I to meet, when, and am I to deliver or pick up a package. This time there was no package mentioned, so I prepared myself, dressed appropriately and went. These men of, or associated with, the Cabal want to feel and be treated like kings and gods. And my job here is to make him feel it, no matter what it takes. I know that my life depends on it. But this time it was different… I was mesmerized by the sight of Mr. Snow when meeting him. So far, the Americans I have met have been absolutely gorgeous and this man definitely fits that description. His handsome visage, power, and inner confidence was evident from the start. I was instantly mesmerized by him. When he came closer to me, we began by kissing. I have never been kissed or groped in quite as sexually erotic a way as I was by Mr. Snow. I wanted him. No, I needed him! And I was damned well determined to do everything I could to please him. Realizing I was told and knew to only follow orders, but in this case, I took a chance and began opening his belt without permission, continuing to kiss him. He did not seem to mind. When I got down to suck his cock, I paused to admire and honor it, holding, smelling it up and down, kissing it, worshiping the very member for which I now helplessly craved. But I knew my time for such worship was over and that Mr. Snow needed to be serviced. I also knew that I was definitely going to fully give everything I have within my body, to provide it, because I knew I already wanted to have a chance to take care of his needs again in the future. When hard, his dick is like a pillar from the coliseum in Rome, strong, wide, tall, beautiful! I sucked him, taking as much of his member in my throat as I could take. Mr. Snow had me to bend over, rimming me, and I have never had a feeling like that. His beard and his techniques were driving me insane with lust. No one has ever rimmed me like he did, like sucking my cock, moving up, sucking my balls, licking my taint, and then back to my hole, licking, sucking and his beard tickling everything. Up and down he went, driving me crazy like a bitch in heat. It is said that European men make the best lovers, as I have quickly learned from my limited experience with the Americans. That is a lie. The ones I have had the pleasure of entertaining would put many European men to shame. Still on my hands and knees, Mr. Snow lined up his cock and pushed in. I have never had a dick as thick as his, but with the pain came pleasure as he stretched my hole, almost splitting me open. It took him several thrusts before I opened enough to take him and he was able to fully penetrate me. Through this, he was kind, even romantic, kissing me over and over, while he fucked me, which made the pain from stretching easier to take. Whenever I looked him in the eyes, he would give me a smile and I knew then I was quickly addicted to him. I got up and sat down on his dick, riding him, bouncing on his member, taking all I could with every drop of my ass. Soon, Mr. Snow motioned me to get on my back. Laying back on the couch, I lifted and opened my legs. He shoved back in balls deep, demanding his need and pleasure. He pumped me slowly at first then picked up speed as I jacked my own dick. He bent over, face to face with me, both of us moaning, kissing, touching, not what I was ever expecting at all. The heat built inside us. I continued jacking my cock and came while he fucked me. Then he sped up satisfying his need, pumping me faster and blew his load inside me with ropes of warm cum. I love that feeling. Smiling, he looked at me and said, “I may need you again. I will let you know.” I smiled back saying, “Yes sir”. I look forward to that and hope Mr. Snow will need me again soon. contentgroup_8254 https://staghomme.com/videos/the-consigliere-bastian-uncovered-vol-6.html Bastian had seen many faces during his time assisting The Cabal, always being handed off to another member trying to prove himself amongst the ranks. He may not necessarily recall all of their faces from memory but he always remembered the talk amongst them. One of the many whispers he heard mentioned between members was about the one they call ‘The Consigliere.’ As far as Bastian knew he was the ‘settler of disputes amongst members’ which meant that he was a man who could wrangle any mafia member who was upset enough to let it affect their work. If it was serious enough to need a mediator to get involved, he was the one to do it. These were powerful men who knew sensitive information about a lot of their clientele, the last thing Bastian would want to do is step in between two of them bashing their heads together like battling rams. That was dangerous. Not only that but somehow this man seemed at ease being able to resolve the conflicts, keeping valuable assets safe by the power of his authority, and the respect he held in the organization, without leaving anybody upset about the outcome. Bastian thought it might have something to do with the other rumor he picked up on, that this man had a thick uncut cock that many of the members desired. Which of course piqued the horny lad’s interest. Being an escort, his main objective was usually to ensure that whoever his client was at the time was left fully sexually satisfied. It was easy to overhear things you were not meant to hear when you are only being paid for your sexual service. Bastian had no benefit from getting caught in the crossfire of any angry mafia members. In fact, it might’ve even made his job more difficult. So despite the bottom being very curious if these rumors were true, he had no business with the settler of disputes. Of course The Mafia members were no strangers to partaking in Bastian’s sexual favors, it was this mysterious man from within the Cabal that made the escort who helped to fulfill others fantasies start to fantasize about himself. His mind running wild with possibilities, the anonymity of the man in question allowing his creativity to run rampant. What is it they say about always wanting what you can’t have? The thing about dealing with The Cabal, is sometimes they have a way of making something that seems out of reach a little bit closer. It is how they hold such leverage over others in positions of power, they could offer you the resources which would grant you access to whatever you sought. It was as though they were rewarding the escort when he was told that in order to ensure that Bastian closed a contract with a very high profile client of theirs correctly, the Consigliere would oversee the closure. A mixture of nerves and excitement washed over the bottom as he was about to discover who this member of the family who they all spoke so highly of really looked like. Upon entering the room, Bastian could immediately see that this man stood tall and confident. His full beard, muscular frame and well groomed appearance demanded respect from his peers. The man met Bastian’s gaze with the intensity and casual self-assurance of a man who was always in charge. Mr. Rico Vega licked his lips as he took in the sight of the handsome young escort. Being so close to the boss himself, Mr. Rico prioritized doing what was asked of him first and foremost. He almost neglected to notice that he had to ask for Bastian’s name, but Bastian never had to ask for his. The Consigliere pulled out his phone to make a call. When he caught Bastian making eyes with him from across the room for a second time, he had that same look most of the new faces he came across had. They all had the same itch, the yearning to know whether or not he was as good as imagined. And after a few back and forths on the phone Mr. Rico made up his mind and gestured for the escort to get down on his knees before him. Bastian was thrilled when the muscular top pulled out his thick uncut cock for the escort to service, the boy’s eyes widening in excitement the moment it was revealed. They moved onto the sofa, and the sunlight, spilling into the room from the windows, made the already hunky Consigliere look even more like a Greek god, causing Bastian to fall even more deeply under his spell. Mr. Rico did not hold back, with powerful thrusts the man made his thick manhood disappear inside of Bastian’s tight hole. Taking a break from fucking Bastian, the Consigliere shoved his cock back into his mouth, the escort eager to taste the cock that just pounded his ass raw. The man even moved Bastian in front of a full length mirror to enjoy watching the intensity of their fucking. Bastian had always made the best of any of his sexual rendezvous, he rarely felt his own body submit to a man’s power as he did to Mr. Rico. Much in the way that the Consligiere was about to close that contract, he would also seal the deal with Bastian, only he preferred to cum all over the lad’s face rather than sign the dotted line. contentgroup_8242 https://staghomme.com/videos/extra-care-the-americans-vol-3.html Since I got into this world of being an escort for the Cabal, taking care of the needs of important men across Europe, I have learned many things, such as being ready to serve, whoever and whenever I am told, no questions asked. I have also learned to keep my mouth shut about anything I hear or have learned, or it could mean my life. My first assignment was with Milo who gave me a lot of guidance. Frankly, hearing Milo’s instructions I got chills running through me, NO, I was scared shitless. What have I gotten myself into, realizing there was no way out. In that assignment, Milo and I both served a big mafia boss, one part of me was shaking and by the end, I got into it and could not get enough, looking forward to my next one. Today, I received a text to be ready at a specific time and to be standing outside. Once again, a big black car comes to the curbside where I was standing. A man opens the door, motioning me to get in. Once in the car, I was told very little other than to say I would be taking care of an important man and to follow the same instructions as before. I gave a simple nod of my head, saying nothing. When we got to the building, the man in the back with me told me to follow him and we went up to a suite where he said to wait. On the way I heard voices of a lot of people in a big room. Once in the room the man turned around, shut the door, locked it, and left. I sat down on an ottoman and waited. About ten minutes later, the door unlocks, opens, and strutting in is this really tall handsome man wearing all black, smiling, almost salivating as a wolf to his prey. WOW! I did not know his name until later, Nico Zetta, a priest. He held his finger up to my lips to be quiet, saying that the people were almost gone. I realized that “sometimes it just takes extra care, making the big guys feel that they are important, powerful, show them a good time, and they give you what you want.” Mr. Zetta had me take off my clothes, so I gave him a little show, getting up close to him. He loved it and had pulled his dick out of his pants. And then I got a good look at his huge throbbing uncut cock. OMG! I am liking this job better every day! Once undressed, I slowly leaned down and started sucking his cock. His cock tasted different, but was awesome, especially when the head poked out. I now knew the attraction that men have to the intact foreskin and hate that mine was cut. He was loving my sucking, saying “good”, and calling me “boy” and “baby boy”. I did not care, just going with it. Then he had me get over his knee, and using his belt, tapped my ass with it in a playful like spanking, not a real one. He even had me count the pops of the belt until we reached ten. The taps were so light leaving me with no marks at all. I would have taken a harder spanking, but maybe some other time. He got me up on all fours and slid in. It is a good thing that I lubricated myself when getting ready, as he only used a little spit and was mostly dry in his penetration. But it felt really good because I could feel the texture of his skin and the veins on his dick. He fucked me in a couple positions before getting me to lay back in a missionary position. Then he became more aggressive, lifting my hips up, holding my legs spread open, fucking me deeper with more force and then said “open”, ordering me to open my second hole, which I did. He pushed in all the way, pounding harder and harder until he asked me if I wanted his cum. I said yes and he pulled out, stood and shot a big load of cum all over my abdomen. Damn, you have to love getting your body ravaged and ass pounded by a priest! I wanted to attend his church. I wished he would have gone longer with me, much longer, as I was learning to appreciate the hunger and aggression of European men in sex, but was happy, hoping I get assigned to him again. contentgroup_8232 https://staghomme.com/videos/wherever-the-americans-vol-3.html Hollywood can be a fickle thing, where reputation is everything to those who choose to walk in the limelight and spend a lot of time crafting a very specific image for themselves in order to land the roles they want to pursue. Dylan was no exception to that rule. Having to hide his sexuality from his parents for so many years now, hiding it from the general public came very naturally to the blonde movie star. The need for discretion in La La Land is of crucial importance and it just so happened that The Cabal also took pride in its secrecy. Dylan utilized The Cabal’s connections to guarantee he wasn’t just booking small indie films for the rest of the year. He wanted to make his way up the ladder and after sleeping with a sleazy producer who could make things happen for the right price, Dylan was offered one of the roles he had his eye on. Being an actor from another country, Dylan never really expected people to notice him too often in Europe and if they did they must be a fan. That was always the most important part of going on these promotional trips across the pond, to acknowledge the fans and spread the word about your current project. Having his schedule packed full of different appearances, Dylan sometimes found it hard to find a moment to himself, let alone a moment where he could be himself, authentically. It was fun being an actor, but it wasn’t so glamorous having to constantly worry that the paparazzi would find a way to reveal that the curly haired lad was in fact gay. Not wanting to sabotage all that he had built up and worked for, Dylan decided the best method of engaging in his homoerotic ventures would be to do so through the privacy of The Cabal. Sitting in the loft he was staying in during his time here, Dylan was a bit confused when he took notice of a younger well filled out hunk approaching the couch. Assuming one of his diehard fans bypassed security to get into the actor’s room, he tried to warmly remind the Latin man that there was a designated time for this sort of thing. But when Luciano explained to Dylan that his sole purpose as an ‘entertainment escort’ was so that he could serve the needs of the closeted performer, Dylan’s demeanor changed. It was as if The Mafia somehow knew about Dylan’s current frustrations and allowed the sex-focused professional to fall right into the horny actor’s lap. Luciano understood his job was to satisfy the sexual cravings that Dylan couldn’t explore just anywhere, which is why The Cabal sent him. Luciano enjoyed the element of risk and reward that came with being one of their escorts, he wasn’t afraid of the dangers that came with being so openly sexual. The Latin sex pro got right down to business as he began to strip once the pleasantries were out of the way. Luciano moved with a quiet confidence, pressing his lips against Dylan’s as the obedient sex servant dropped to his knees to take the actor’s big cock into his throat. Gagging ever so slightly on the blonde lad’s thick uncut boner, the Latin bottom bent over the couch to spread his smooth round ass. Once the escort’s hole is slick with saliva, Dylan lines himself up for penetration. All Dylan wanted was an incredibly hot and passionate gay sex session and that was exactly Luciano’s specialty. After getting longdicked by his top, Luciano stays rock hard himself as he rides up and down Dylan’s length. Needing this type of release, Dylan is so caught up in the moment that he manages to push both him and the sexy Latin sex pro to the edge. With every inch of his manhood pounding away at Luciano’s eager hole, they enjoy their mutual release with each other and look forward to potentially crossing paths again. contentgroup_8221 https://staghomme.com/videos/not-done-yet-bastian-uncovered-vol-6.html John Rodriguez requested my services again through the Cabal but this time he wanted me for an evening and to stay overnight with him. I rarely get a request like this, but I am to do as I am told, please the clients, or it could mean my life. Mr. Rodriguez is a high ranking political figure who carries a lot of weight on his shoulders in this region of Europe. The weight he carries would break most men, but he has maintained an exemplary record. As it is said, it takes a lifetime to build a good name and only a moment to destroy it. That is why I was somewhat surprised by this very delicate request. Upon meeting Mr. Rodriguez the evening before, it was obvious that he was highly stressed far more than our first time, in dire need of a release. I quickly realized that when we first spoke that evening, the look in his eyes, his demeanor, that I was going to be his release. Shortly after arriving, he had me stripped and sucking his uncut cock. Then he was wild in his sexual activity that evening, grabbing my hair, kissing me with full tongue, rimming me roughly, then fucking me all over the bed and the room. By the time we went to bed even a younger man like me was ready to sleep. The next morning, I woke up first believing that I needed to get my clothes and quietly leave. As I was in the process of dressing, Mr. Rodriguez woke up and let me know that I was not to leave until he was satisfied and to come to him. I did as I was told. But this morning, he seemed better than the night before, not as fierce, more like our first meeting. Again, we had aggressive sex as is his normal style. I sucked him, we kissed, he deep tongue rimmed me, then fucked me repeatedly. He also got me in a 69 position twice after pounding me and rimming me. That is quite rare. After we both had our orgasms, he told me I could go. As I have come to realize, politicians have something in common. They act the way they want to be seen, but after a raw and wild encounter, they show me something resembling tenderness, or more likely their real selves. Once I have had sex with them, their walls come down quickly. contentgroup_8206 https://staghomme.com/videos/third-party-the-americans-vol-2.html It was one of those days that was so beautiful outside, you couldn’t help but feel lucky to be alive. I had to get out there and enjoy it. Spring was in full bloom. The sun was shining, and the temperature was perfect for a run. A warm breeze came through the window as I tied up my running shoes, grabbed my favorite jockstrap and running shorts and headed for the door. The warmth of the sun felt amazing. I took a deep breath and let the fresh air fill my lungs. I watched a small white cloud travel overhead as I stretched for a few minutes and then I took off. During my run, I thought about how different life is since running away. Even though Andrew hasn’t said much about it, I can tell he is happier. I know I am. Being able to make my own decisions, being my own adult. I feel like my future is limitless, which is exciting. I returned to the apartment and instantly removed my shoes and shorts and walked into the kitchen in only my sweaty jock. While I was pouring a glass of water, I noticed I had received a text. I unlocked my screen and read the message. “You are going to receive a message in a few minutes from a blocked number. It is from Bastian. He has a job for you.” Before I could even reply, a text from a blocked number came through. “Hello, Noah. Bastian here. I was told you need to join me this afternoon. I will be there in thirty. We will travel together.” I jumped in the shower and quickly dressed. I wasn’t sure where we were going or what (or who) we might be doing but decided to dress up a bit, to be safe. I had just started tucking in my shirt when my phone buzzed. I took one last glimpse in the mirror to make sure I was buttoned, zipped and presentable and headed downstairs again. Standing outside the main door of my apartment building was a seriously handsome man. He smiled and waved so I knew it had to be Bastian. As I approached him, all I could think of was Superman. His fitted white shirt showcased his shoulders, his black joggers looked molded over his huge muscle ass, and he had a single sculpted curl hanging from his dark wavey hair. He didn’t say much as we traveled but what little words we did speak, his heavy Spanish accent made my hole squirm. I didn’t ask many questions, but I could piece together that Bastian wasn’t aware of where we were going. Forty-five minutes later, the car came to a stop and the driver said we had arrived. Walking toward the front door, Bastian turned and said, “I was here a few days ago. If it is the same man, a politician, we will have a great time. He has a huge cock and he definitely knows how to throw a fuck.” The door opened and we were escorted into a bright yellow room. Sitting on the bed in front of me was Senator Jay Stryker. Seconds later, I was locking lips and undressing the senator. When he turned to kiss Bastian, I reached down to remove his pants, and he was already rock hard. Bastian did not lie; the senator’s cock was so large it wrapped around his hip. I lowered the zipper, and it fell out with a “THUD!” hitting me on the forehead. I took as much of his sweaty manhood into my mouth and wondered if I would have a dick-shaped bruise on my face later. He bent us over. As he explored the inner depths of one hole with his tongue, he worked his fingers in the other. Every time he went back and forth between us, his prick jumped, excited to enter us, use us as his personal fuck sleeve. I was the first to take him. He pushed in once and pulled completely out. Bastian took him in his hand and guided the massive cock back inside. He then parted my ass cheeks allowing the senator to dive deeper in my fuckchute. We switched positions and as Bastian was getting the long dicking of his life, he sucked my cock to distract himself from the fact that his hole will most likely never fully close again. He worked our asses and mouths for hours. I was gagging on his length when he announced he was close. The senator took hold of Bastian’s meaty ass and pounded him until he started to spasm and pump his nut deep into the greedy hole that happily swallowed it. He kept pumping his cock in and out, working his cum into a thick froth, icing Bastian’s shaved tan pucker with his cream. My face was a few inches from his cock as he pulled his deflating member out of Bastian’s well-bred hole. I took him in my hand and directed it into my mouth, cleaning him off. I licked him from tip to base, sucking the last drop off cum as it appeared from his piss slit and tasting the salty sweetness of Bastian’s juicy hole. I closed my eyes and allowed the mixture of flavors to mingle across my tongue. Today truly was one of those days you couldn’t help but feel lucky to be alive and I had enjoyed it thoroughly. When I swallowed their DNA combination, I felt my cock start to stir again. When I opened my eyes, the senator was gone. I look over and see Bastian bent over picking up his clothes. His hole was still gapped and dripping. I reached down and touched my own, still tender from the workout it had just experienced. As I rolled out of bed and began to put my clothes back on, my mind was thinking about the senator. I hope he arranges another meeting again, and soon, because I want his load this time! contentgroup_8196 https://staghomme.com/videos/deal-closer-the-americans-vol-2.html Andrew was excited to have gotten the call for his very first official client as the Mafia’s ‘entertainment escort.’ The one who had tagged along with him, Noah, had gone out on assignments already, but the same could not be said for the mastermind behind their plan. Being the state senator’s son put Andrew in a unique position, in that his stepdaddy had a very firm idea of the future he wanted his stepson to lead. It left very little room for choice, everything was pre-selected for him from where he would be going to school to the exact job title his father figure hoped to see Andrew hold himself one day. Most everybody that Andrew was introduced to by his parents were people who were trying to win his stepfather’s approval. It meant that people usually walked on eggshells around the young lad whenever he tried to have a conversation with any of them. A walking projection of what they were so eager to be perceived as, but that’s what politics was all about, appearances. It had appeared to Noah that the two might have been in over their heads when they initially arrived on site, being blindfolded and brought in by a henchman of the Organization that Andrew had managed to discover eavesdropping on his father’s conversation. Unlike Noah however, Andrew was no stranger to feeling as though things were out of his control, but what was different about this situation was that the young man had willingly chosen to take part in it himself. A subtle act of defiance that also walked the line of danger that made the horny bottom take a risk for the first time in his life. It was that sense of freedom that pushed Andrew to proceed with turning into the Mafia’s latest escort. Not much information was provided regarding the client except that Andrew needed to do whatever was asked of him in order to seal an important business deal made between the client and Andrew’s new shady employers. Nerves got the better of him before he knocked on the door, stopping him dead in his tracks before announcing his arrival. The way that Nik had roughhandled both him and Noah was shocking, but exciting at the same time. If what Nik offered them was just a taste of what the official paying members of the Cabal were capable of, would Andrew still be able to enjoy servicing them? Either way, this is what Andrew wanted, it wasn’t what was required of him to excel in any particular direction in his career, like every move his stepfather promoted. Instead, this was something that Andrew decided he needed to do for himself. He wanted to go on an adventure and that’s exactly what this role would provide him. With his mind made up, choosing once again to follow his desire versus his father's expectations, Andrew took a deep breath and made his presence known with a few loud knocks. To the young man’s surprise, the owner of the home and the man who paid for his services, Charlie Cherry, was standing on the staircase in the foyer. Andrew was shocked to realize that they knew each other. At least, the man was an associate of his father’s that he recognized, and who recognized him! Had the man known who would be coming to serve him? There wasn’t time to think about it and he wouldn’t ask. Andrew wasted no time closing the gap between the two of them, being prompted with a seductive gesture that made Mafia’s new plaything weak in the knees. Mr. Cherry was a very handsome man. Something that Andrew had not failed to notice when they met previously. The tender kisses were something unexpected from a member of the Organization after the initiation he received from Nik, but Andrew could detect a hunger building behind the firm gropes he was receiving, a hunger he was now responsible for satisfying! When Charlie pulled out his large uncut cock from his fly, Andrew’s lip wrapped tight around the swollen head and pulled his mouth further along the shaft. The businessman clasped his fingers around Andrew’s spikey hair and pushed the submissive sucker back down the length of his thick member. The cocksucker even received some verbal encouragement as the suit gets orally serviced and Andrew could tell this man hadn’t forgotten that he paid for a fully submissive slut to play with. The twink got bent over the banister, his smooth ass within Charlie’s sights as the man’s tongue invaded Andrew’s backdoor. His tongue worked over the younger lad’s hole, lubricating it swiftly with his saliva before assuming the position behind the bottom. The older top pushed his girthy erection inside of Andrew’s tight tunnel, using every inch available until his hairy bush could be felt against those smooth butt cheeks. The man sat down on the stairs. When instructed to sit on the host’s cock, Andrew clings to the metal bars that help support the railing for the stairs as he leverages himself up onto Charlie’s rock hard penis. The open space echoed with moans of pleasure, bouncing their audible grunts off the walls upstairs as the two men’s bodies writhed together on those steps. At one point all that could be heard was the unmistakable clapping sound of two naked bodies coming together. It was unlike any hookup Andrew had ever had back home in America and the twink could see himself being tempted by the dark side of serving the Cabal. If this was what it meant to do his masters bidding, Andrew was more than happy to obey. contentgroup_8186 https://staghomme.com/videos/return-bastian-uncovered-vol-6.html I like my job, the way I’m treated, the men that I meet. Even when they are rough with me, being pushed around and used by powerful alpha males turns me on. The others are horny and needy and afraid of being discovered and the power is mine. Not to expose them! I would never. It would probably mean my life. No, I am what they desire. The forbidden pleasure that they can’t have unless I let them. Mr. Tides… Dylan… is different. Mr. Snow arranged for me to visit his penthouse. I was not entirely surprised when he invited a young man in. He introduced him as Dylan. I felt something between us, but there was no time to think much of it. Maybe it was the fact that he was my age, unlike most of the men I serve, or the fact that he was kind of shy and uncertain. The three of us had a good time. Mr. Snow and Dylan came hard and I left them satisfied. Later on I did some digging and found out that he is Dylan Tides, an up and coming American actor. I watched a few of his movies. Unlike most of the men I serve, I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Then I got a call. He wanted to see me. When I arrived, this time it was just the two of us. He smiled and said that last time he was jealous of having to share me and wanted me all to himself. The connection I had felt before was not my imagination. Dylan is obviously not used to having escorts. He didn’t hold me at arms length. We were just two horny young men spending an hour together. If I wasn’t a mafia escort and he wasn’t an American celebrity, we might have met on one of those phone apps. But, of course, I am an escort and he is a celebrity and he was paying for me to be there. Still, that fell away with our clothes when took them off and fell into each others arms, and we were just two guys fucking. He has a nice dick. It tasted good when I sucked it and felt even better in my ass. I didn’t have any other assignments that afternoon so we took our time and it felt like we fucked for hours. When he was ready to come, he fucked me hard as I shot my own load on my stomach then he pulled out and added his to mine. My abs were coated in our sticky juice. I left his dried cum on my stomach all afternoon, enjoying the faint musky scent of him. Dylan offered me a shower before I left, but I said no. Somehow the thought of it felt too intimate. Strange after the things we had just done. But I needed to leave, before he kissed me again. Before he asked me to stay. Before I fell in love with him. contentgroup_8175 https://staghomme.com/videos/american-import-the-americans-vol-2.html I was lost. I just finished my first year in college because my parents were paying for it and that’s what you do, right? Well, unless you want to be a total loser. What my dad didn’t know was that the college had an option to spend freshman year just taking core curriculum classes and wait until sophomore year to declare a major, and that’s what I did. The problem was that freshman year was over and I still didn’t know what to major in. I had no fucking idea what to do with my life. The only thing I seemed to be successful at was posting sexy pictures of myself on social media. You can be sure my dad didn’t know about that! Anyway, I was starting to get quite a following. I was even thinking that maybe I should try Only Fans. I mean, if people like it, why give it away for free, right? Then I get this strange message. This organization called the Cabal has been watching me. They know everything. My social media, my grades in college, my dipshit job at my uncle’s hardware store, who my friends are. Everything. I would have just thought it was some bullshit scam but it took work and connections for them to get the info they had on me. I even took my computer and had it scanned to see if they hacked my system. Nope. Nothing there. Nothing the computer shop could find, anyway. This was serious undercover spy vs spy shit. So they said they had a proposition that would be very well worth my time and if I was interested, be at the Starbucks at the mall Saturday afternoon. So we were meeting out in public at a food court. I mean, if they wanted to kidnap me, they could obviously do that anytime they wanted. I show up and I know who I’m supposed to meet right away. I mean, he’s sitting there in this expensive suit, looking like James Bond, or something. I mean, seriously? Nothing like being discreet. I get a coffee and go sit at his table. He doesn’t introduce himself but he slides an expensive business card across the table and starts to talk. He’s a representative of an international business network called the Cabal and they could use an intelligent good looking open-minded young man like myself. I’m not a fool, I was like, do you work for the mafia…or the CIA? He said “Think of us as an NGO, non-governmental organization. Closer to the mafia than the CIA.” Then he told me that I wouldn’t be asked to do anything illegal. They make sure their young men aren’t exposed to that. But I asked if that wasn’t what the game was. He said it was complicated. They have legitimate business interests but international legal regulations are complicated and sometimes it’s just easier to ignore them to get stuff done. He said I would be a courier, message runner, and assistant. Sometimes I would need to help a transaction along by providing sexual favors to powerful men who enjoy the company of handsome young guys like myself. In return I would be paid very well, live a very comfortable life, travel the world, and meet very powerful men. There might even be the possibility for future advancement if I worked out well. I almost spit out my coffee. After he describes a job somewhere between being a gigolo and a secret agent, he says I might have a future with the company like I’m working my way up the ladder from Admin Assistant to Corporate Exec. WTF? Then he says, “We know your life is going nowhere, we know you’ve been thinking about sex work, and we know you watch porn with twinks like you having sex with older men.You don’t have anything to lose. You have a week to think about it. Be here, with your suitcase, next Saturday, Don't be late. I’ll wait ten minutes and the offer is gone. Pack light. We’ll supply everything you need. Then he got up and walked out the door. I watched as a large black car with tinted windows pulled up in front of him just as he stepped off the curb and he was gone. Damned if he wasn’t right, though. About all of it. I went home and told my folks that I had joined the peace corp and I was taking a year to go find myself. My mom burst into tears and said she would miss me but she was so proud of me. If only she knew the truth. My dad was less thrilled but he said he didn’t think it was a bad idea. He said he could tell I was drifting and to just be sure I didn’t use it as an excuse not to figure my life out. Things moved fast after that. I showed up at the mall. We walked out the door together this time and the car pulled up to the curb for both of us. We drove straight to the airport. He pulled a passport and a ticket out of his jacket pocket and told me I was taking off in an hour. Next thing I know I’m walking into a building that’s a cross between a five star luxury hotel and a student hostel. I’m met by a man who rushes me straight up to the suite. He tells me to get some sleep and someone will come for me. As he leaves, a cold chill goes up my spine as I hear the lock click. I don’t need to check to see if it will open. I was dead, though, and nerves weren’t enough to keep from passing out. I didn’t even need the pill in a dish on my bedside table. The next morning, there was a knock on my door. A young guy introduced himself as Milo. He asked what I wanted for breakfast and told me to go shower and he would order. Later one of those creepy cars pulled up to the curb outside the building. He explained that this place was where the guys lived and, if things went well, I would meet them later. First I had to meet Mr. Nik. If he liked me I was in, if not, I was on a plane back to the states. I asked Milo how to make Mr. Nik like me. He just said, “Do everything he says. Everything. And don’t hesitate and don’t ask questions. This job is about obedience. Obey and life can be better than you can imagine. Any other alternative is not an option.” We arrived at an incredible building. One of those two hundred year old palace kind of mansions that people in Europe act like are just ordinary. Mr. Nik was like a mafia character out of an American action movie. There was nothing funny about him, though. He radiated power. He was comfortably dangerous like a panther that can be docile because it knows that it could rip your throat out at any second. He took us into this incredibly well furnished room. Nicer than any room I’ve ever seen and I didn’t think he was actually that important. He made us strip and bend over a table. Suddenly his face was pressing into my ass. His beard was soft and prickly at the same time and I realized that I’d never had sex with a man with a beard before. He had Milo spit on his hand, rubbed it into my hole and shoved his cock straight in. I felt like I was split wide open. I’ve never taken one that big before. He just pounded me full force. Even when he kissed me, it was all about him. He grabbed my hip and my throat with his big hands and used me. I almost felt like I was being assaulted. When I wasn’t sure how much more I could take he switched to Milo. He had Milo riding his dick while he sat in a chair. As I caught my breath and watched Milo struggling to take him, I realized that I would probably have bruises where he grabbed me and my hole was aching, but it felt empty. He was getting close to coming and I was feeling jealous of Milo. In spite of everything, I wanted Mr. Nik’s load in my guts. Then just before he came, he pushed Milo away and threw me face down on the table. contentgroup_8165 https://staghomme.com/videos/efficiency-bastian-uncovered-vol-6.html It’s my place to keep my head down, go where I’m told, do whatever is asked of me without asking questions. When my assignment is complete, I’m supposed to forget anything I saw, or heard and, above all, never speak of it to anyone, not even my handlers, unless I have been told to gather information and report back. I live in a world that is rigidly compartmentalized. Knowledge is power, but plausible deniability can be just as valuable. For this I am very handsomely rewarded. I’m an intelligent guy, though. It’s impossible to not notice things and wonder about them. Even though I know it’s dangerous to do so, it’s difficult not to feel a little bit glamorous and special, having the chance to peek behind curtains that most people don’t even know exist. Yesterday was one of those times. As usual I was told nothing. However, this time there was no package, or message to deliver. Nothing to receive. I was just told to go. I assumed that meant I was just there to be used for sex. That does happen occasionally. Very powerful men who cannot afford the risk of hiring a random rent boy, arrange for a date through my handlers. I don’t know what they pay, but I know I don’t come cheap. I suspect sometimes I’m used as bait as well. I hope that was not the case with yesterday’s client. I arrived at the address and let myself in. That’s not unusual. Many of these men don’t even want their staff knowing that I was there. It always makes me nervous just walking into a strange house, even if I check the address multiple times to make sure it’s the right house. If anyone ever makes a mistake, I will have no excuse or explanation. Although, I assume my handlers would pay the necessary bribes to make it go away. This was a very large modern mansion. Everything was starkly minimalist, all white and, of course, pristine. I wonder how people can actually live their lives in a place and maintain such perfection. I sat down on a large leather daybed, white of course, in front of a fireplace and waited. I assumed that the man I was meeting either heard the door, or had some signal to let him know that I was there. I’m rarely surprised by the men I meet. Whether I recognize their face, or not, all of them are powerful people. I did recognize this man, though. Senator Stryker is an American politician representing the US at a major international economic summit meeting. While I had seen him in the news, I hadn’t paid much attention. I well know that what we read in the headlines is, at best, half the truth, if not outright made up as a cover for the real truth. His pictures didn’t do him justice. He’s tall with a body builder’s chest. His face is handsome but his best feature is his eyes, with a devilish glitter, and an equally dangerous mischievous smile. He has the look of a man who is forced to put on a show of being good but knows that he can be bad with impunity, and relishes the opportunity. I knew I was in for a wild ride and, given the very large bulge in his tailored slacks, a deliciously painful one as well. When he pulled it out of his pants my mouth watered and my hole quivered. It looked to be a full eight inches long, perfectly straight, and thick enough to be well proportioned, like a dildo brought to life. It was very much alive. Hot and throbbing in my mouth, the head tasting of sweet precum and salty sweat, with the faintest scent of some expensive body wash. I almost came as I wrapped my lips around it and he tried to put the whole thing down my throat. I didn’t have long to suck it, though, before he spun me around, forced his tongue into my hungry ass, eating me out like my ass was the best thing he ever tasted. I was ready to beg him to fuck me when he sat up, lifted my hips and thrust his monster in balls deep. He didn’t take any time at all for a warm up, just started riding me hard. I’ve been fucked by a lot of men but rarely with his unrestrained power and animal enthusiasm. I wondered if he takes his wife that way. He wrapped his expensive silk necktie around my neck and pulled it tight, hanging on to give himself more leverage to drive deeper into my ass. It’s no wonder he has three kids. This is a man built for breeding. I would happily take his load and give him a fourth, if he could fuck it into me. contentgroup_8156 https://staghomme.com/videos/the-courier-the-americans-vol-2.html When my father found evidence that I’m gay, he was not pleased. Traditional Spanish men can be macho and chauvinistic. My father was as traditional as possible. While not a member of the Mob himself, we are part of a mafia family. My Uncle Luise is deeply involved. Even though my father has always been careful to stay arms length from the family connections, he turned me over to my uncle. I needed to be taught how to “be a man.” I guess in his mind, it was a choice between the Mob and the military and he trusted his brother more than the government. Unknown to my father, my uncle had different plans for me. More worldly than my father, he knew that simply putting a gun in my hand wouldn’t change my desires. In fact, while I don’t know for sure, he may have been the one to convince my father to put me in his care. Uncle Luise said that, if I was a maricon, the Mob has use for a handsome young man willing to take it up the ass. I was made a courier. Being a mafia courier is one part gopher and the other part escort/fucktoy. I follow orders, go where I’m told, and provide any service required of me. The only things that I can object to are things that might cause me injury, or things that I have been ordered not to do. My first assignment was to pick up a package. I was told not to ask questions and the less I knew about the details, the better. I arrived at the address I had been given and, when the man I was to meet answered the door I was stunned. There was no need to ask if he was my contact. I immediately recognized him. The famous American actor Dylan Tides. I had seen him in the news and on movie screens countless times. He had obviously sent his servants away to ensure the privacy of our transaction. He handed me a small duffle bag and kindly assured me that it was not dangerous. He must have sensed my nervousness. I wasn’t afraid of the bag. My discomfort was simply the fact that I was uncertain of what I was doing anyway, and the very last thing I expected was to meet someone famous. Then he stroked my face and said that I was handsome. I was stunned. I never would have expected Mr. Tides was gay, or that he would have any interest in me. Also, I was under the impression that usually sexual service was only required either, when I was making deliveries, as a sort of tip, or added bonus to the transaction if my contact desired, or if my services had been bought and paid for. Most of those with Mob connections are powerful men, some very well known, who cannot afford the risk of indulging their desires without the assurance of absolute discretion. Of course, my life would be on the line if I broke the mafia code of absolute secrecy. While I was shocked by Mr. Tides’ apparent interest in me, I had not been told not to have sex with him. Who am I to turn down the orders of a man that men, and women alike, around the world could only fantasize about. I was stripped, kissed, caressed, put ass up on the sofa, and my hole eaten out by this incredibly hot hunk of a man. Then I felt his cock thrust into me as he began fucking me deep and deliberately. If only my father could see me now. His eldest son’s legs spread open like a bitch, being fucked and bred by an international super star. If only my future assignments could be this good. contentgroup_8144 https://staghomme.com/videos/expectations-the-americans-vol2.html I had no idea what to expect. In fact, sitting there waiting for my first client, I was becoming terrified. It was way too late to back out but, for the first time, this wasn’t just a kinky fantasy. This was real. My ass was actually on the line. I was committed to having sex with a man that I knew nothing about. Zilch. Not even a name. I was given an address and told that a man would be waiting for me and I was to do what he asked. I went to the address but nobody was there. I wasn’t sure what to do. There was a sort of bench so I just sat down. I was sitting there waiting for I don’t know how long. It wasn’t like hours, it might have been five minutes, but it felt like a lifetime. Just sitting. While the realization of what I had actually gotten myself into settled like a hot coal just below my breast bone and a cold sweat broke out on my skin. Then a priest walked through the door. Literally never in a million years would I have thought I was going to get fucked by a priest. I must be in the wrong place. I mean, I’m not religious. Weddings and funerals were the only time my family ever went to churches. I had never even met a priest, but, they are celibate. I mean, aren’t they? So I stood up quickly, said I was in the wrong place and tried to leave. I wasn’t supposed to speak to anyone, let alone tell them what I was doing and now I was sitting here in some priest’s waiting area. I just said I was waiting for someone and went to leave. Then he said he sent for me. I think that was the first time I looked at him. He was a hunk! I mean he was really, really gorgeous. He might be the hottest guy I’ve ever seen in real life. Way up there on the list, anyway. What the hell?! …Or heaven, I guess? His eyes were like bottomless pools of absolute desire. I could almost smell his hormones. I could hardly speak but I squeaked out, “I’m here to take care of you.” I didn’t need to wonder if he was pleased with me. He was looking at me like a panther, that hadn’t had a meal in a week, looking at a rabbit. In seconds, I went from being scared to death of what kind of gross old man I might have to let fuck me, to feeling like I had stumbled onto the set of a porn movie. It was too much for me to even realize how lucky I was. The next thing I know I’m on my knees looking at the biggest uncut cock I’ve ever seen. Being American, I haven’t seen many uncut cocks, so what I mean is, it was the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, and it was also uncut. I’ve always thought cocks with foreskins are kind of weird, maybe even low key gross. I was hypnotized, though, this dick was the center of my universe. If gay men around the world wanted to set up an idol of a dick to bow down and worship, it would be this one. I was in a daze. I took it into my mouth and started trying to suck it when the priest put his hand on the back of my head and forced it into my throat growling “good boy,” while I choked on it. Something else new. I have always bristled at the idea of a man calling me a boy. If he actually thinks he’s fucking a child it’s sick, if he’s just trying to put me down, I’m not a boy! When this angelic stud said it, I wanted to cry with joy and come in my pants at the same time. Suddenly pleasing him was more important than anything on the planet. I lost all control of myself. I was HIS. He was my world. I lived and breathed for him. The next half hour was a dream. I was almost out of my body. But at the same time, I’ve never felt more IN my body. Feeling every single millimeter of his God-like dick thrusting its way deep into my guts over and over. Every time he told me how good my ass was, I thought my heart might stop beating. I started jacking my cock without even thinking about it, but it was okay. He wanted to see me come. I spilled my load all over my fist. Then, moments later, He pulled out of my ass and his cock sprayed me with jizz like a hose. He literally covered me from my balls to my chin, before he planted it back in my gaping hole and kissed me. How do you say it? Our Father in heaven, please let that man call for me again. I’ll do anything. contentgroup_8135 https://staghomme.com/videos/next-steps-the-americans-vol-1.html Life has been crazy since my friend Andrew and I ran away from home. I don’t know why I did it, really. Andrew hated being a Senator’s son in the constant spotlight. The security details. He wanted his own life. I guess I did, too. My dad wasn’t as high profile as Andrew’s was but I was just as sheltered. I had my own nanny and, later governess, from the time I was born. Later, I had a security guard. I mean he was cool, but still! I grew up in a gated mansion where, I admit, I had everything. Except freedom. Adventure. There was never a moment in my life that wasn’t planned, sheltered, supervised. I still can’t believe we did it. We couldn’t have except the Organization, some underground European mafia, or something, sent Andrews dad a gift. It was a guy! I mean we never even suspected that Mr. Connor was gay. But Andrew saw this strange guy our age going into his dad’s study. He snuck up outside the door and listened. There wasn’t any mistaking what he heard. The guy was getting fucked by his dad. Andrew hid inside the private elevator and waited for the guy to come out. When the guy got on the elevator, Andrew confronted him. He threatened to expose him and the guy gave him a business card. I’m stupid. I’ll let Andrew talk me into anything. We contacted the number and somehow we got in. The first thing we did was meet this guy who kind of interviewed us, but mostly just sort of low key raped us. I mean it was consensual and everything but it wasn’t like we had much choice. It was kind of exciting, though! I’ve fooled around with other guys my age, but this was, I don’t know, like real sex! He had a really big dick and we got fucked hard with it. It was sort of a test because we have to do everything we are told without question. So I guess we passed and they moved us into a sort of hotel/dormitory kind of place with some other young guys who are escorts, too. The other guys are nice. There are two who don’t speak any English, but most do. We can hangout, but none of us are allowed to say anything at all about the errands that we run. That’s what the men from the Organization call it when they send us places. I didn’t have much idea what was going on except I assumed it was about sex. We were there for about a week. It’s kind of easy to lose track of time. Yesterday, one of the men told me that I was being sent on an errand. He gave me a small box to deliver, an address and a transit card. I was supposed to give the box to Father Zetta. I thought, if I was going to see a priest, whatever happened, it wouldn’t be sex. I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed. I got to the address but no one seemed to be there. I was told that I was expected and I should wait until Father Zetta came in. When he got there, I looked up at him and he was incredibly handsome. I mean, I think of priests as being like old men, or whatever, but this guy was hot! He was probably in his mid 30s with a dark beard and lips that made me wonder what it would be like to kiss him. A few minutes later, I found out. He was very nice and gentle but it seemed like suddenly we were kissing and I was shocked that I was doing that with a priest, but I really wanted him to fuck me. It didn’t take long to figure that he wanted it, too. He made me suck him. His cock was huge, and uncut. I’ve never been treated like that before. His hands were all over me. With the Organization guy, it was like he was just doing what he had to. Father Zetta acted like he really wanted me. Like I was his favorite dessert, or something. He really made me want to please him, to be worthy of his desire for me. At the same time, it felt wonderfully nasty that he left his cross on. It’s not like I’m Catholic, but still. His cock really hurt going in my hole but I took it for him. After he got me opened up, he sat on the couch and told me to ride him. I’ve never done that before but it was amazing. This incredibly hot guy lying back on the sofa and me fucking myself with his cock. I just wanted more and more of it the longer I rode it. I wanted to feel his cum inside me so bad, but I knew when he did, he would stop fucking me, and I didn’t want it to end either. contentgroup_8124 https://staghomme.com/videos/the-offer-bastian-uncovered-volume-5-chapter-21.html Mr. Cabrera requested my services again. It’s always nice to be appreciated but it’s also nice to visit returning clients. Mr. Cabrera uses me roughly, holding my head in his hands and fucking his fat cock deep into my throat. I can take that. I even enjoy it to a point. I know what he will do, though. Going to see a new client always carries the risk of the unknown. The Mafia makes it clear that there are limits and breaking them could be very costly, but I never know what limits have been negotiated, nevermind whether they match my own. My place is just to do as I am told. Mr. Cabrera surprised me, though. He didn’t immediately order me to undress. He actually invited me to sit, and served coffee. He said he had a proposition to discuss with me. My heart skipped a beat. I walk on a tightrope with a razor’s edge among these high powered men. I can’t afford to disappoint my clients, but double crossing the Mafia would mean my life. It turned out that he wants to set a regular appointment, which I’m more than happy to accommodate. He’s a handsome man with a big dick and a pleasant personality, I could do far worse with my time. Mr. Cabrera is a businessman, though, and businessmen like to own things. Of course he knows all too well that I am owned by the mafia. This is a fantasy for him. He will go through the formalities of serving me coffee, making a proposal that, of course, I am not allowed to refuse, and then shake my hand, as if anything has actually been negotiated. He will give me some very generous compensation, just between the two of us, which I am allowed to accept, as long as it doesn’t compromise my loyalty to my real owners. He doesn’t do that for me, although I certainly hope he will think I’m worth it. He does it for himself. It furthers the fantasy that he has purchased me and I belong to him, if only for one afternoon a month. After we have shaken hands and he has asserted his ownership and put me back in my place by having me clear the table of our coffee, he undresses me and kisses me tenderly, with unmasked hunger. Without thinking, he betrays himself. I’m not merely a luxury that he has purchased for himself. I am a drug that he craves. It would not surprise me if his wife barely consents to be fucked, even by a man as fine as he is. But I know for certain she would rather die than get on her knees and allow him to grab her head in his strong hands and force his fat cock deep into her throat, over and over, until she chokes and gags and thick strands of spit drip onto her chest. I do that for him. That and much more because every time I feel the hunger in his kisses I know that, whatever games he wants to play, I am the one thing in his life that he allows himself to need. contentgroup_8114 https://staghomme.com/videos/the-client-luciano-uncovered-volume-1-chapter-1.html Newly minted Mafia escort Luciano didn’t bother to knock on the hotel room door- he simply walked in as instructed. The client waiting inside, Mr. Stryker, was seated by the window. He seemed to be lost in thought at first glance, but when Luciano got closer to the tall, towering fellow, the older man turned and allowed a wicked half smile to cross his handsome face. Mr. Stryker was indeed lost in thought, but he was grateful for Luciano’s entrance. He had very nearly cancelled the arrangement out of sheer nerves and second-guessing his choices, but he had gone this far, and ultimately Mr. Stryker knew there was no going back. The cute, fit specimen of a young man smiled warmly and assured Mr. Stryker that their encounter was safe from discovery. This was important for Mr. Stryker as he was a well-known politician and married with children. No one had followed Luciano to Mr. Stryker’s hotel room and so the coast was clear to get started - once Luciano’s ‘gratuity’ was paid out… The cash had barely exchanged hands and the ‘entertainment escort’ was ready to play. Dressed in stylish clothes with just a hint of sweet cologne, Mr. Stryker was not just tall, dark, and handsome, but sexy as hell. As the hot politician rose to his feet to get a better look at his prize, he couldn’t hide the immediate erection that pressed, swollen and aching, against his trousers. Luciano had been in the presence of many closeted men, but none so high profile as Mr. Stryker- and none quite as hung… As Mr. Stryker moved to the bed and lay down so the gorgeous youth could have access to his body, he licked his lips and let any remaining doubt slip away. And any traces of a guilty conscience also vanished the moment that Luciano slipped his sweet, delicious tongue into his mouth. Luciano grinned devilishly as he felt Mr. Stryker’s hardened manhood throb against his hand as he grabbed the hot politician’s crotch. The power dynamic was in the young sex pro’s control, and if Mr. Stryker was aware of this phenomenon, he didn’t seem to care. Dizzy with lust and a crazy mix of thoughts and emotions surging through him, Luciano unleashed Mr. Stryker’s penis and immediately swallowed it whole. The horny young escort loved giving head and the moaning politician couldn’t believe how good the intense sensations felt whenever Luciano would gag on his cock head hitting the back of his throat. When Mr. Stryker felt like he couldn’t hold back any longer, he and the boy got completely naked. Luciano’s ass was a breathtaking sight- smooth, round, and utterly fuckable. The young escort found his own self control start to rapidly slip away as he straddled Mr. Stryker- the older man’s cock slowly pushing up and all the way inside of Luciano… Never had the wiley politician wanted something or someone so bad. Never had the man dreamed of being so bad, but here he was- indebted to the Mafia and vice versa. More than that, Mr. Stryker suddenly felt indebted to the gorgeous Latin adonis riding his mammoth manhood. Then there was the explosive, massive climax followed by several deep cum shots inside of Luciano’s vise-like anal grip; his tight hold squeezing Mr. Stryker’s cock, milking it of every drop. Luciano licked his lips and smiled a self-satisfying smile when Mr. Stryker purred his appreciation and the promise of more thrilling and lucrative work to come for such a talented and eager young slut. contentgroup_8103 https://staghomme.com/videos/what-he-wants-bastian-uncovered-volume-5-chapter-20.html Bastian had arrived home after an evening of entertaining wealthy, powerful men when he saw the cream-colored envelope with the scarlet seal of the Church stamped on the front. Bastian didn’t have to even open the letter to know who it was from: Clergyman Leandro. Bastian smiled a little smile as he read the letter’s contents. Leandro reiterated how pleased and satisfied he had been with the discreet twink-for-hire’s previous services. More than that, the sexy holy man confessed to Bastian how he had thought of little else- even his prayers contained mostly the secret wish to meet with the boy again. Leandro ended the letter by imploring Bastian to agree to see him again at their previous discreet meeting place close by the Cathedral. The bottom of the cream-colored paper was signed with a single cursive ‘L’. The day and time finally arrived. Bastian had received yet another letter from the eager priest, but the content and wording felt like it was written by a star-crossed lover, not a rich and powerful pillar of the community. And coming from a man who was only now- in his early forties- venturing out into the world of sex and carnal pleasures… Bastian entered Leandro’s quarters as instructed in the letter. The door had been kept unlocked for him- Bastian assumed the Clergyman would arrive once morning Mass had concluded. The experienced young man was not wrong- Leandro finally entered the chamber and let out a low hum- Bastian had already disrobed and was waiting in the doggy position- just as Leandro had requested. The older man shrugged out of his robes and loosened several buttons to his immaculately white dress shirt. Then came a swift, unannounced, hard smack on Bastian’s perfectly round, smooth ass. Then another- this one slightly more forceful than the one before. Bastian glanced back at the silent, but fiery-eyed Clergyman and moaned when the hulking holy man grabbed his orbs with both hands. With a spontaneous jolt of urgency, Leandro hastily unbuckled his belt and yanked his jockeys down- just enough to allow his nearly ten inch python-sized cock to spring from his svelte church slacks. Leandro’s cock swung back and forth over the pretty twink’s face; the wondrous, smiling, teasing slut below him. Bastian knew from his experience with previously repressed gentlemen that these outwardly stoic men have wild, undeniable animalistic tendencies beneath- and it was Bastian’s role to allow any dirty scenario to play out as it would… An enthusiastic slut, Bastian cried out with the force and intensity that the holy father above him used to immediately and without restraint, plunge his entire mammoth cock inside of him. Leandro slid his fingers into Bastian’s open mouth. The boy kissed and licked on the sensitive tips of the man’s large, beautifully manicured fingers. And yet, this was the client’s delectable sex adventure, not the fuck toy’s. So Leandro pulled his hand away and pushed his swollen cock even deeper and shot Bastian a hot, winsome warning to keep his composure. The Clergyman had no desire to stifle Bastian’s pleasure, not in the slightest. What Leandro wanted was to control the sex servant’s pleasure. And when Bastian felt the holy man’s large, warm hand muffle his cries of heightened arousal, he knew the power dynamic had definitely shifted between them since their first meeting… After a nice, long sweaty ass-pounding, Leandro pulled his meat out of Bastian’s hole. The randy holy man snapped his fingers- Bastian turned himself around and was met with Leandro’s juicy, sticky cock pushed into his mouth and all the way to the back of his throat. The Clergyman believed a true divine miracle had occurred: not only did the cock hungry escort take his huge cock in one swallow without gagging, the cute fuck toy beneath him seemed to be genuinely eager for it… As sweat began to trickle down Leandro’s face, he continued to fuck Bastian’s mouth with rapid, animal thrusts. The Clergyman’s kinetic energy and near wild abandon made the savvy sex pro smile. Bastian wondered if Leandro might explode into his mouth… So many men like Leandro appeared on the exterior to be so very solemn and pure, but temptation and longing will have their day with everyone eventually. contentgroup_8093 https://staghomme.com/videos/prove-it-milo-uncovered-volume-1-chapter-2.html I’ve been accepted as a mafia escort but the role has not been as simple and straightforward as I had assumed it would be. After servicing several mafia leaders to prove that I was serious, and worthy to be in their stable, I was sent away. It was almost a week before the first call came in the form of a text. It was cryptic and vague. It gave an address and a time. It said that I was to meet a priest, Father Zetta, and tell him that “payment is on the way.” It ended with “Make very certain that he is pleased with our arrangement.” My questions went unanswered. Of course, I assumed that he would want sex, but then he was a priest. I’m not naive enough to think that all priests take their vow of celibacy seriously. I’m not Catholic, though, at least not actively. I’ve never met a priest. I had no idea who he would be, or what would be expected. “Make sure he is pleased.” That was obviously open ended. He was a priest, though, so surely he wouldn’t want that much. I imagined myself on my knees in front of an old man, servicing his half hard cock and wrinkled balls. It made me shiver, but I had agreed to this. I arrived at the designated place. I loitered in the hall for two minutes in order to ring the doorbell just as church bells down the block chimed the hour. I was shocked when the door opened. The last thing that I expected was the man standing before me. He was in his mid thirties, dark, bearded, his eyes flashed with some emotion I couldn’t define. His body radiated masculinity like a hot stove. I wondered if I was at the right place; at the very least if this was the right man. What had I gotten myself into? Presumably, this rendezvous was supposed to be secret. How much should I divulge? And yet, he was wearing a gold crucifix around his neck. Hesitantly, I asked, “I have a message for Father Zetta?” The man grabbed my arm tight and roughly pulled me into the apartment, quickly shutting the door behind me. He asked, “Who are you?!” I gave him my name. “No!I mean who sent you? Why are you here?” I repeated the text word for word. He visibly relaxed but it was clear he didn’t trust me. There was a change in him, though. I could see the inscrutable look in his eyes resolve into something that I knew well. Desire. His posture changed as well, from a man ready to defend his life to that of a sexual beast. He made me think of a prowling black panther. It was my turn for my guard to be raised. Of all the things that I had imagined, this was not one of them. He was the polar opposite of the old man that I half expected, but neither was he a guilt ridden closet queen drooling over the opportunity to have a naughty moment of forbidden pleasure. Father Zetta was something else entirely. He demanded that I undress and my suspicions were confirmed that he wanted sex. I would have been overjoyed, this a man for whose dick I would have happily begged, if it weren’t for my precarious circumstances. I took a deep breath and reminded myself that I belonged to the mafia. I had no illusion of my worth to them, but I knew that if any harm came to me, they would consider it an act of gross disrespect toward themselves, and respond accordingly. Once I was naked, Father Zetta walked around me appraising and appreciating my body. He grunted his approval and I relaxed another fraction. He made no move to take off his own clothes. He simply pulled a large, uncut, very hard cock from his pants, and forced my head down to it. As I eagerly took it into my mouth, his hand never left my head and he began fucking into my throat, not caring if I had a gag reflex or not. I’m a well trained cock sucker but I couldn’t help but choke as his fat monster plunged into my throat over and over. He stopped to let me breathe, kissed me hard, and then spit into my mouth, something that I’ve rarely experienced before. It was then that I knew I was in for a hard ride. This was no holy man, despite the crucifix around his neck. He took control of my body, using me to satisfy his burning desires like a sex toy; alternately pounding his cock into both of my holes until I could hardly stand it, smothering my cries of pleasure/pain with his strong hand. I was on my back with my hips in his firm grasp when he finally had his fill of me and he bred my ass deep with his seed. Then he plunged his fingers into my bruised and battered hole, digging his cum back out, and feeding it to me as if in some perverse act of communion, in which I willingly partook. contentgroup_8082 https://staghomme.com/videos/long-way-from-daddy-part-2-milo-uncovered-volume-1-chapter-20.html Milo sat all alone in a non-descript room that he’d been escorted to by two very large Mafia bodyguards. The pretty Latin twink was curtly instructed to wait in the room and remain there until the man only known as ‘Mr. Fros’ arrived. The room’s air conditioning was at full blast, but young Milo was sweating. As the minutes ticked by Milo had nothing to do and no one to call- his phone had been confiscated by the bodyguards. An hour passed. Then two. Milo wondered if he’d made a mistake with his life choices… Rewind one week prior: Milo was a graduate of MIT and a successful businessman in his early twenties. He made good money, had plenty of friendships, and was truly living the American Dream. Then one day, Milo woke up and realized that in spite of all of the success and achievements, he was quite depressed. Milo saw a future that added up to 60 hour work weeks, endless stressful deadlines, and mingling with the fake yuppies of his generation. This just would not do. Milo wanted more than anything else adventure and the thrill of the unknown. Milo wanted to be bad. And so Milo quit his job, sold his possessions, said goodbye to his family and friends- then found the Mafia individual known as ‘Mr. Fros’ who lived in Europe. Milo spent every last cent he had left to get to where Mr. Fros invited him to meet up- to see if Milo had what it took to be initiated into the Cabal. Suddenly the door to the room Milo sat in finally swung open… Milo’s breath instantly caught in his lungs and his eyes widened as Mr. Fros sauntered heavily into the room. Like a cat in pure terror, young Milo sat perfectly still. Mr. Fros was a behemoth of a henchman- well over six foot four and two hundred pounds of sheer muscle. Mr. Fros towered over little Milo as the huge Mafia man inspected the new initiate with fierce, calculating, fiery eyes. Then, with a deep, rumbling voice, Mr. Fros announced that he would need to examine the boy to see if he wore a wire. Milo couldn’t help but notice that as Mr. Fros got close and checked for any foreign devices hidden in his clothes or on his body, that the hulking giant was getting seriously thick and bulging in the groin area. Milo knew he dared not breathe or make a sound without permission, and yet his heart beat so hard in his chest, he feared he might fall over from an intense mix of intimidation and, strangely enough, the new initiate found himself wildly turned on. Mr. Fros seemed to feel the heat shift as well. He suddenly demanded that Milo take off his shirt, so he could be sure the boy wasn’t hiding a wire. This command Milo obeyed immediately. Mr. Fros got even closer and literally began to sniff the boy as he pretended to be proceeding with the examination for a wire. Now it was clear to Milo what was really happening…and he nearly creamed his pants. Then Mr. Fros reached out and fondled Milo’s nipple… Milo’s cute, sexy little noises, coupled with his fully erect, chocolate-brown nipples, caused Mr. Fros to rumble and murmur as he paced back and forth, completely aroused and restless. Little beads of sweat began to appear on Mr. Fros' brow. Never allowing his hungry stare to leave Milo’s body for even a second, the hulking henchman quickly disrobed and hucked his clothes across the room. Milo was stud-struck: the young cutie gazed up as his jaw hung open in pure awe. Mr. Fros peeled off his two days old underwear and shoved it into Milo’s wide-open mouth. In a daze, Milo completely gave himself over. He simply let go and allowed himself to give in to the hard fact that he was now merely a servant: his body to be only the Mafia’s to enjoy and otherwise do what they wished… Then the new initiate’s pants and underwear came off. Mr. Fros licked his chops and openly stared as Milo’s long, thick, twink boner stood at full attention. Mr. Fros grunted and spun the boy around to examine his perfect, sexy backside. Being owned and used like a sex-doll sub slut had young Milo feeling bliss- and such relief. This moment of personal revelation was raucously interrupted by a spectacular, powerful, two-handed spank to Milo’s smooth, twink bottom. In this raw, exhilarating moment, Milo knew beyond any remaining shadow of a doubt that his precious destiny was being fulfilled. And his destiny was only the beginning of what was about to be further stripped down and laid out for powerful, deviant men to dick-down at their leisure… Then Mr. Fros spread Milo’s smooth ass cheeks, exposing the boy’s tight, dime-sized hole. Milo didn’t know how the enormous, nearly foot long length of Mr. Fro’s massive cock was going to fit inside. But what he did know was that he couldn’t wait to find out. contentgroup_8070