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The americans Vol. 1: the client

Starring Jay Stryker and Luciano
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February 08, 2025 | Full Length Video : 20min 19sec

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.

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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.

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Director:Bastian Karim
Producer:Bastian Karim
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MR. STRYKER
MR. STRYKER

American politician Mr. Stryker never considered himself as gay, but at nearly forty-years old, he has discovered a long repressed taste for men- particularly young men and twinks. Married to a woman and a father of two children, Mr. Stryker has always focused on career and family.

Then one fateful day, a young, beautiful male escort crossed Mr. Stryker’s path. After a few hours of animalistic passion and fucking, Mr. Stryker was hooked. Turns out that this escort was the property of the Mafia.

Afraid that the Cabal would ruin his career and destroy his family, Mr. Stryker agreed to serve as an inside man. The Mafia would happily provide the most exquisite young men, gorgeous twinks, and keep his secrets safe in return.

Played by Jay Stryker
LUCIANO
LUCIANO

Once a high profile fashion model, Luciano was caught by an undercover police officer soliciting oral sex from hot strangers. Disgraced and expelled from the fashion world, Luciano found himself soliciting sex, not for thrills, but for money to survive.

Then one fateful day, Luciano just so happened to meet a horny Mafia middleman who suggested to the handsome stud that he join the ranks of the Cabal. After some careful consideration, Luciano came to the understanding that being a Mafia ‘entertainment escort, servicing mob bosses, movie stars and politicians, would be far more lucrative than hustling on the street.

More than that, Luciano was keen to return to the thrill of a highly discreet and highly debaucherous lifestyle of sex and danger.

Played by Luciano
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The Americans Volume 1 series cover
The Americans Volume 1: Chapters
Long Way from Daddy, Part 1
1. Long Way from Pop, Part 1 32mn
Mafia henchman Nik Fros examined the newly arrived goods that had just been delivered to his penthouse. Mr. Fros paced up and down with foreboding heavy footsteps as the two new twink ‘entertainment escorts’ that sat blindfolded and shivering were not what he had expected. The first twink was a blond prep school kid Mr. Fros recognized as the state senator’s junior Andrew. The other piece of ass was unknown to him other than his name was Noah - a young twenty-something that clung to Andrew as the Mafia man checked to make sure neither one of them was wearing a wire. All Mr. Fros knew for certain about these two new recruits was that they were a long way from the senator’s mansion and he wondered if the two petrified pretty boys had gotten in over their heads. Not that either one of them could turn back now- they belonged to the Organization. The proceedings for grooming the young twink escorts into the System promised to be thorough and would challenge the boys’ ability to take it rough; they would show the utmost respect at all times and always be obedient upon command. Mr. Fros smacked his lips as he looked the twinks over and had a hunch that there would be no problems with submission. Just to test the waters a bit with that assertion in mind, Mr. Fros leaned in close and inhaled the delectable twinks’ aroma. Then the blindfolds came off… With fiery eyes and a primal growl, the ultra-serious macho man slapped Andrew in the face. Andrew gasped and touched himself- he could hardly stifle his excitement. No one had ever dared treat him this way. His senator pop would have ruined whomever tried. But pop was nowhere to be found and now Andrew would be the Mafia’s slut. The breathless twink couldn’t have been more thrilled- even though he was now a servant, Andrew somehow had never felt more free in his life. And for his part, Noah was in petrified ecstasy, as he was reduced to a sighing, moaning mess. His entire being was completely overwhelmed. Yet Noah had that salacious, sexy sparkle in his eye every time the horny henchman slapped his face or his ass. No mind all of the tremulous youth’s grunting and groaning- the honest truth was that Noah fucking loved this new experience. It was a pure thrill knowing that he was being used as a sex toy- and worth just as much in the eyes of his new employers. Then there was the matter of Mr. Fros’ gigantic cock- long and a massive girth both Noah and Andrew would agree later was easily the biggest they’d ever seen. And the macho Mafia man used that huge schlong to commit the most kinky and otherwise depraved acts of carnal debauchery. Mr. Fros facefucked both boys with fierce fuck-thrusts inside both of their pretty mouths- alternating one face for the other and then back again. Any gagging while in the midst of a deepthroat was met with a firm slap. The boys quickly learned to take it and master the oral activity- once handed over to the Bosses, they would be expected to deepthroat on the regular. Finally, Mr. Fros commanded Andrew and Noah to lie flat on their stomachs- and this time, the hulking henchman’s python-sized fuck cannon hammered their asses until both boys were a minds blown, well-fucked, delirious mess underneath him. Once Mr. Fros had achieved his goal of stretching out and cumming inside of the worn out recruits, he sat back down on the couch with a long sigh and a heavy thud. Mr. Fros offered no solace or explanation- just a crude snort and a loud admonishment. Mr. Fros ordered Noah and Andrew to collect their clothes and get the fuck out of his sight- the happy/scared twinks did so immediately and in respectful silence. On the way out, Andrew winked at Noah. They would admit later that in spite of the harsh treatment and near-humiliation during the initiation, they had had the time of their lives- and more to cum.
Long Way from Daddy, Part 2
2. Long Way from Pop, Part 2 21mn
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.
Prove It
3. Prove It 22mn
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.
The Client
4. The Client 21mn
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.
Next Steps
5. Next Steps 24mn
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 junior in the constant spotlight. The security details. He wanted his own life. I guess I did, too. My old-man 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 old-man 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 old-man’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 old-man. 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.
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