American Import | THE AMERICANS Vol. 2

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 stepdad 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 stepdad 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 stepuncle’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 ****** 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 stepdad 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.