Forced and Willing

Forced and Willing By Adam Stewart

Chinaka was born to a Nigerian woman in Lagos who was raped by a high ranking official. When the child was born, it was taken from her and placed with foster parents. After that he was passed around like a parcel, so never bonded with any of the people with whom he lived.

When he was fifteen, he was taken to a warehouse and stood naked in front of two guys who just looked at him as if he were an exhibit in an exhibition. Standing beside him was another naked lad he'd never seen before.

"How old is the one in the left?" Frank asked the guy who'd brought the two lads.

"Fourteen" the guy lied, knowing Chinaka wouldn't correct him for fear of retribution. He knew he could demand more money for younger boys.

"What you think?" Frank asked Benjamin, pointing to Chinaka.

"He appears to be growing into a fine boy. I reckon he'll do."

They'd travelled from London on business which included the purchase of another boy for their male escort business which provided a service for wealthy guys. Frank was a forty-three-year-old east ender and into anything that was unlawful. He'd not done an honest day's work in his whole life, but he made a good living from his black-market business deals. Benjamin was thirty-six and was also Nigerian by birth but now had UK citizenship. His early years had also been hard having been used and abused by guys who thought they were better than him.

When he met Frank and was offered the chance to get money from guys like those who'd used him, he jumped at the offer. He was now Frank's sidekick and muscle man. He was six-foot-tall and well built, so few guys took him on or tried to cheat on Frank. Like Frank he was also gay and had a big cock. Few people knew they were gay but those who did made sure they kept it to themselves, otherwise they'd have Frank and Benjamin to deal with.

"Got the passport we asked you to obtain? Frank asked. The guy nodded and held it out hoping Frank wouldn't notice the boy's true date of birth on the passport as he glanced at it. "We'll take him"

"What about the other lad?" the guy asked.

"Too puny" Frank retorted as he grabbed hold of Chinaka's naked body and Benjamin stuffed some money into the top of the guy's open shirt.

"Hey, this is not what I asked for" he shouted angrily and put his hand on Chinaka's shoulder.

"That's all you're getting. If you know what's good for you, you'll accept it and fuck off" Benjamin replied and roughly pushed the guy's hand away. He looked up at Benjamin towering over him and hastily backed off. He watched Chinaka being walked away knowing he'd been screwed since he'd made a loss on that deal.

Outside, Chinaka was bundled into the back of a car. Benjamin got in beside him and gave him some clothes to wear before helping him to get dressed within the confines of the car. He liked the lad and his mind flashed back to when he was Chinaka's age.

"You're safe with us" he smiled. Chinaka looked at him as he dressed. He'd learnt never to trust anyone, but Benjamin seemed kind.

"Thank you. Where are we going?"

"To a country far away where you'll have a better life, provided you do as you're told" Frank replied as he sped away in the car they'd stolen earlier that morning. He drove to the nearest railway station and made sure to park the car, with its false number plates, where there was no CCTV coverage before they climbed out and casually walked into the railway station to board a train, with Benjamin holding Chinaka's hand.

When they arrived at the airport, they reclaimed their luggage which they'd stored earlier and made their way to the boarding gate for their flight to London. Although nervous, Chinaka was also excited. `Was his life about to change for the better?' he asked himself.

Frank told Chinaka to sit in the window seat beside Benjamin and he'd occupy the seat across the aisle. Having never been in an aeroplane before, Chinaka had no idea what to do.

"Let's buckle you in" Benjamin smiled and proceeded to adjust the seat strap to fit him and clip it in. Whilst he did his own, Chinaka asked, "Where are we going?"

"London in England. You'll like it there. You'll be able to make friends with our other boys."

"Why are you taking me?"

Benjamin patted the lad's thigh. "You'll soon see but I'll be with you. Don't worry."

Chinaka's mind went into overdrive. So far in his short life he'd been forced to work in a factory, in the fields and made to pleasure men. Those supposed to be looking after him had instead beaten and abused him whenever they wanted. Benjamin sensed the lad's nervousness, so placed a hand at the top of his thigh and kept it there. His fingers slipped into the lad's crotch and gently caressed the inside of his leg.

Chinaka hadn't thought about it before now but he suddenly realised that he enjoyed the feel of Benjamin's hand close to his penis, which was now reacting. Like most boys he'd experienced erections and ejaculation whilst going through puberty and when forced to pleasure guys by sucking their cocks, he'd secretly enjoyed it. Whilst pondering this topic, the plane's engines began to roar and the big tube they were sitting in started to move. He looked out of the window and saw the ground rushing by. He then felt his stomach lurch as the plane lifted off the ground.

"The first time always feels odd, but you'll settle down once we're in the air" Benjamin remarked and squeezed the lad's thigh. Chinaka automatically placed a hand on Benjamin's to indicate he wanted it to remain. Benjamin noted the gesture and gently moved his hand further onto the crotch. He smiled as he felt the hard cock. "You're a big boy" he chuckled. "That'll be useful in your new life with us."

Once the seatbelt signs switched off, he removed his hand and released his own belt. He heard the cabin stewards starting their tour down the plane offering drinks.

The six-hour flight passed by effortlessly and they were landing at London Heathrow. Chinaka had spent most of the flight thinking about his new life and interpreting Benjamin's comment about being a `big boy' and how useful it would be. Despite his lack of formal education, he wasn't stupid and had learnt about life the hard way. He therefore had a good idea what his new life would involve. The question was, did he want that kind of life? By the time they were disembarking, he'd decided he probably wouldn't mind.

Chinaka was told to look like a bored teenager as they passed through passport control. Benjamin gave him a book and told him to pretend reading it as the officers checked their passports. According to the associated paperwork, he was Benjamin's nephew. As usual, they sailed through and went to reclaim their luggage which hid forged documents that would make Frank even richer. With that safely in their possession, Frank led them to the carpark to collect his Car.

"You did well" Frank told Chinaka. "If you continue to do as you're told, we'll get along fine."

Chinaka settled into his seat at the back and thought through what had taken place as Frank drove them to Brixton. He still wasn't sure what his future was going to involve but it couldn't be worse than his life to date during which he'd suffered at the hands of guys who didn't care whether he lived or died. During the next hour he enjoyed the sights of London, a place he'd never dreamt he'd visit or live in.

The Victorian house that Frank owned looked massive to Chinaka as Frank parked the car on the front drive.

"Out you get" Benjamin said. "This is your new home" he smiled. Chinaka clambered out of the car and followed the other two inside. The house had six bedrooms, three of which accommodated the nine lads who lived there. Frank and Benjamin occupied the master bedroom with its own ensuite, leaving two bedrooms, which clients could rent if they so wished, and a fourth which Frank used as his office. Downstairs there was a large kitchen and a living area which ran from the front to the back of the house. The front end of this was a dining area which could be screened off from the lounge by folding doors. A paved yard was situated at the back of the house.

"Azi, this is Chinaka. Introduce him to the other boys and settle him into bedroom two" Frank demanded before disappearing up to his office leaving Benjamin to deal with the luggage.

Azi was an eighteen-year-old Nigerian and was now the oldest boy out of the nine since Chinaka was replacing a boy who'd reached his nineteenth birthday, so was now allowed to leave.

"I'm now the pack leader" he proudly told the new arrival. "You therefore have to do what I say in addition to whatever Frank and Benjamin tell you. If you don't, life won't be good, so it pays to obey."

Chinaka nodded as he looked at Azi's semi-naked body. Azi then took him into the living room where four boys were lazing on two sofas.

"Guys, this is Chinaka, a new member of the pack" Azi announced. The four looked up and waved. Azi then introduced them one by one. Shameer, fifteen, was lying naked on his back with Ismail, fifteen, lying naked between his legs and resting his head in Shameer's crotch. Both were Mauritian and had become boyfriends since living at the house. Pablo, a sixteen-year-old South American, and Igor, seventeen and Polish, were lounging in their underwear on the other sofa.

"As you can see, when we're not servicing clients, we can relax however we want. There's no dress code in this house" Azi giggled.

"That means, if you want to flaunt what you've got, you can do" Shameer grinned.

"And he does" Pablo laughed.

"You'll meet Bako, Chuk, and Leon later when they've finished servicing clients upstairs" Azi added. Bako and Chuk were also Nigerian; Bako being fifteen and Chuk sixteen. Leon was Polish and also sixteen.

Azi then took Chinaka upstairs and showed him the three bedrooms occupied by the boys. Each had three single beds with storage space for clothes. "As we spend most of our time naked, you don't need many clothes" Azi chuckled. "I assume you've been told what we do" he added.

"Not precisely but I'm beginning to realise" Chinaka replied.

"Fuck, sit down and I'll tell you." He indicated the bed which would be Chinaka's and told him to sit as he sat on the edge of the adjacent bed. "Firstly, you're sharing with me and Pablo. This is my bed and the one behind you is Pablo's. To put it bluntly, Frank runs a male escort business and the nine of us are his boys. Most of the clients are wealthy gay businessmen who pay for us to service them. Some are married, so either use hotels or rent one of the client rooms here. Others want us to service them at their home. Some pay for a two-hour session and on occasions, some want us to stay the night or even the weekend at their country retreat. These guys pay good money for young guys like us, which is why Frank only chooses ethnic minority boys to join the pack. Discretion is essential because our clients can include important people, even politicians, so never divulge to anyone who you've serviced and that includes us. You can talk to us about what happened but never say who they are. Is that clear?"

Chinaka nodded as he took in what his new life involved.

"Have you ever been fucked by a guy?"

Chinaka nodded, as he remembered how he'd been raped by two men.

"Did you enjoy it?"

Chinaka thought for a moment. After that first time when he was raped at thirteen, he'd enjoyed being fucked by one man, so he nodded.

"Are you gay?" Azi asked and placed a hand on Chinaka's leg.

"I think I am" he replied honestly.

"Good, because it certainly helps. All of us now enjoy sex with men. If you don't, then your life is hell." Azi rubbed his hand along the boy's thigh and slowly moved it into his crotch. When he felt the bulge now forming, he smiled. "Want to show me? As you've seen, we don't wear much when we're at home, if anything. If you don't want to be totally naked, just wear your underwear. Frank and Benjamin like it, especially if you show all. I'll join you if you like."

Chinaka immediately removed the clothing he'd been given and put the items away in the cupboard where Azi showed him. "You've got a nice cock. Clients will like you" Azi grinned whilst removing his boxer shorts. He too had plenty hanging between his legs and Chinaka couldn't stop himself from looking at it.

"I'll show you the bathroom" Azi said, leading Chinaka out onto the wide landing. The main bathroom which the nine boys shared was a large wet room with three shower heads along one wall so more than one could shower together. Three private cubicles containing toilets were situated on another wall. "These are the client rooms" he whispered as they passed them and hovered a moment to listen to the groans of delight from the clients being serviced inside. "Sometimes a client will ask for two of us together" he whispered, indicating one of the rooms. At the front end of the landing, Azi indicated a closed door. "This is Frank and Benjamin's room. You never enter that unless invited. The same goes for Frank's office" he added as he pointed to a room opposite.

With the tour complete and Chinaka suitably inducted, they made their way down to the living room. The other four immediately looked up as a stark naked Chinaka walked in.

"Fuck, very nice" Shameer grinned. "Clients are gonna love you."

Sitting together on another sofa, Azi explained how the boys had specific duties to perform around the house. Being the youngest, Chinaka's duties, when not servicing clients, involved cleaning the house which he'd share with Ismail. Two others were responsible for laundry duties and two more for washing up dishes after meals. The remaining two were responsible for cooking meals under supervision from Benjamin. As leader of the pack, Azi supervised the other eight. When boys were away overnight or weekends, they all chipped in.

As Chinaka sat there, he decided he was going to enjoy his new life despite being forced into it, but he was willing to do what he had to do.

When Benjamin had unpacked the luggage and showered, he joined the boys in the living room wearing a pair of gym shorts which left little to the imagination. Chinaka found himself admiring the older guy's naked muscled chest before his eyes wandered further down to the large bulge.

"Settled in?" he asked him.

Chinaka said he had and vacated the sofa he'd been sitting on. Azi had explained earlier that the one and only armchair was Frank's and should never be used, which meant the others used the sofas or sat on the floor. Pablo invited Chinaka to sit beside him. He'd taken a fancy to the new recruit. Soon after, Bako, Chuk, and Leon appeared having finished servicing their clients. Leon was wearing a thong and the other two were naked. They were introduced to Chinaka and gazed at each other's attributes as they did so. Bako sat beside Chinaka which meant he was squeezed in between two guys with their naked thighs rubbing against one another.

"Welcome to the pack" Bako said in a low voice. "I assume you've met Frank." He replied that he had, having first done so in Lagos when Frank selected him. "He's an okay guy provided you do as you're told."

Chinaka nodded having already heard that comment. "And if you don't?"

Bako grimaced. "Your life will be hell."

A while later, Benjamin took his two kitchen assistants into the kitchen to prepare the meal. Just before it was ready, Frank appeared. He sat in his armchair and told Azi to pour him a Scotch. As the pack leader this was another of his duties when he wasn't with a client. As Frank sipped his pre-dinner drink, he admired his boys, taking particular note of his new acquisition. The lad had a fine body on him and a good cock, which meant he could charge top rate for him. He was also pleased to see that he appeared confident being naked in front of others.

The meal was announced, and they moved to the table. Once again, there was no dress code. Being the boss, he always wore a top and a pair of shorts except in bed when he liked fucking Benjamin senseless.

Whilst they ate, Frank announced the client allocation for the next day. Pablo and Azi were to service a new client in Westminster. "You're to arrive at his apartment at six sharp and expect the session to last well into the early hours. He's important and if he likes what he gets, they'll be lots more, not only from him but from his mates. Understood?"

"Yes, boss" Azi and Pablo replied. Frank then allocated clients to the others. Some in pairs and others alone. Igor and Leon's clients were hiring the rooms upstairs during the afternoon before visiting clients in the evening they'd been to before.

Frank then looked at Chinaka. "Your first client is tomorrow evening in Kensington. Chuk and Ismail can show you the way because their clients are in that area. So, tomorrow, you'll have a practical induction with Benjamin. Understood, boy."

"Yes, sir" he replied, unsure how he should address Frank.

"You can call him `boss'. We all do" Shameer chuckled.

"Watch it boy" Frank grinned. "The new boy is showing respect, which is more than you do. If you're not careful, I'll have you over this table and fuck your arse until it aches whilst the others watch."

"Sorry, boss" Shameer grinned, knowing Frank was only showing who was the boss. Secretly, he wouldn't object to being fucked by him because he enjoyed taking big cocks. He'd only heard of Frank fucking one of his boys during his short time at the house. It was usually Benjamin who had that pleasure.

That night Chinaka, made his way up to the bedroom where he'd now be sleeping. It was certainly better than any others he'd endured during his life to date, despite having to share with two other guys but from what he'd seen of Pablo and Azi so far, he felt comfortable with his roommates. Pablo went with him having left Azi downstairs to ensure the other boys went to bed. Being already naked, it didn't take long to get ready for bed.

"How long have you been here?" Chinaka asked Pablo as they sat on the beds facing one another.

"Two years. Frank persuaded my uncle to pass me over to him in return for a sum of money. I never knew my father and my mother died when I was two years old, so I was placed with my uncle. He hated being dumped with a two-year-old and made life hell for me. To be honest, I was more than happy to go with Frank but didn't know for what reason. You've probably gathered that young boys like us are in demand by certain men who are prepared to pay a premium because they know it's illegal. The thought of having forbidden fruit makes it even more pleasurable, apparently. Frank, therefore, makes a fortune out of us."

"Surely there's a risk to Frank and the men."

Pablo shrugged his shoulders. "Probably, but Frank knows how to protect himself. He's got high ranking police officers in his pocket as well as the local plod, so they turn a blind eye. He makes sure his back his covered and the clients do the same. To the outside world, Frank is a generous man who offers a home to orphans like us. Once we're nineteen, he lets us go with sufficient money in our pocket to make our own way."

"Can you not leave earlier if you want?"

"No, not unless Frank decides you're not suitable or do something to upset him, and if you do, you're told to go with virtually nothing. A year ago, one fifteen-year-old refused to service clients and he threatened to go to the police. Frank's mates made it very clear that he'd regret it if he did. He left with five pounds in his pocket and disappeared. So, do what he tells you and make sure you give pleasure to clients. It's not a bad life and can be rewarding. Several clients show their appreciation by slipping me extra, which I put aside for the eventual day of my departure. Looking at you, Chinaka, you've got plenty to keep a client happy" Pablo grinned and leant forward to feel the big cock resting between Chinaka's legs.

Chinaka was thinking through what Pablo had said when Azi came bounding in.

"I see, gazing at each other's beauty, are we?" he giggled. Pablo grinned and said he'd been telling the new boy how to survive being the object of desire by randy men. "Perhaps on another day we'll try him out, but it's time for bed" Azi told them. They each got into bed and pulled the duvet over their naked bodies. "I hope you don't snore" he giggled.

"I hope you don't either" Chinaka laughed. He felt good and was certain he could get through the ordeal ahead.

The following morning, the three had their shower together which Chinaka learnt was the norm unless several guys were away overnight and shared with those from other rooms.

"Boxer shorts on for breakfast" Azi told him. "Frank likes his breakfast before he feasts on your tackle" he chuckled. They made their way downstairs to find Benjamin in the kitchen and other boys selecting what they wanted. The choice was out of three cereals plus toast if required and a choice of tea, coffee, or orange juice. Chinaka chose the orange juice and one of the cereals. Once selected, he followed Pablo into the dining room where other lads were seated. They all welcomed him as he sat down and helped himself to milk for his cereal from a large jug.

Eventually, Frank appeared with Benjamin following and carrying Frank's normal breakfast of cereal, toast, and coffee. When the boys had finished their breakfast, they took their dishes into the kitchen for the washing up team to deal with.

"Let's start upstairs" Ismail told Chinaka. "We vacuum the bedrooms each day and clean the bathrooms before we do downstairs." Chinaka nodded and helped carry the cleaning tools which were stored in a hall cupboard. Whilst Ismail vacuumed, he dusted the surfaces before they entered the main bedroom to clean there. Finally, they cleaned the two client rooms which were sparsely furnished with a double bed, a table and two upright chairs plus a row of hooks behind the door.

"You can only vacuum the office when Frank says so" Ismail explained.

With upstairs completed, they turned their attention to downstairs. By late morning they'd completed their chores. Ismail showered to prepare himself for his client immediately after lunch and Chinaka sat in the living room to wait for Benjamin who'd told him at breakfast that he'd induct him in readiness for his client that evening.

"Ah, here you are" he smiled as he entered the living room to find Chinaka. "Come with me." He led him upstairs to the main bathroom and told him to have a shower. Now cleansed, he made his way to client room A, where he found Benjamin waiting. He went through the different scenarios that a boy may come across with a client.

"Some will want you to undress immediately so they can admire your naked body. Others will want to have the pleasure of undressing you, so take your cue from them. What happens then will vary from client to client but it's important that they take the lead and are in charge. Most clients will want to fuck you after some foreplay. That may involve you sucking them or them you. But there may be some who want to be fucked by you.

Some will ask to be arse licked or do it to you before fucking. A few may want to use sex toys, but clients are told to stop such action if you say `Stop'. It's also not unknown for boys to be restrained for sex but the client must say beforehand if they wish to do so. Frank will then choose a suitable boy and add a supplement to the fee. All fees are paid up front, so you don't have to collect it from the client."

"Any questions?"

"Are there situations where there is more than one client present?" Chinaka asked as he thought back to the time he was raped by three guys.

"Sometimes, but you'll know beforehand. There are occasions when two or more boys attend an orgy."

Satisfied that the new boy had been told enough, Benjamin played the part of a client. He couldn't wait to get his cock inside the young lad. He first got him to suck his cock. After seeing how the lad coped with the big organ whilst giving him pleasure, he told him to get on the bed and offer his arse. He pulled the arse cheeks apart and licked the puckered hole. Chinaka had never experienced this before and made low grunts of approval.

Benjamin then lubricated his organ using the lube from the bedside table and offered it to the inviting entrance. The boy gasped as it breached him but then relaxed and took the full length. Benjamin slowly moved his cock back and forth, enjoying the sensation of the young flesh against his. His climax erupted earlier than he'd planned but it was just as enjoyable. He continued fucking for a few moments longer before pulling out.

"You did well" Benjamin told him. "You're now ready for your first client."

After lunch, Frank summoned him to the office to issue his travel pass. As he did so, he made it clear that if he attempted to run away, he'd find him wherever he tried to hide. "Remember one thing, boy. I've paid good money for you, so you belong to me until you're nineteen. Understood?" Chinaka nodded and left his office shaking.

"You'll be fine" Pablo assured him as they showered together in preparation for their client visits that evening. "Once you've serviced the first, it gets easier." Chinaka hoped so because he was currently feeling apprehensive.

When he was suitably dressed he went to find Ismail and Chuk who were to show him where to go. His first client, Malcolm, owned a house in Kensington. Ismail and Chuk, who knew their way around London said he'd need to take the Victoria tube line to Victoria station and change onto the Circle line to High Street Kensington. As they were going part of the way, they'd show him. He'd never travelled on an underground train before and found it unsettling. Lagos only had buses and taxis, not that he ever had the money to use them.

As they we're going to Westminster, they were getting off at Victoria and then walking to their clients. But, before leaving him they showed him the way to the Circle line and which direction of travel he needed. He found the platform he needed without any problem and felt pleased with himself. He boarded the busy train and had to stand for a few stops. Passengers were tight up against him and he was conscious of hands and arms rubbing against his body. At one point, he felt a hand pressing against his crotch which caused a reaction. He looked at the guy, who appeared oblivious to the fact that his hand was touching his fellow passenger in such an erotic way.

Finally getting a seat, he sat down. He was then conscious of the guy opposite looking at him. As much as he tried not to, he looked across at him. The guy, who was in his mid-thirties, smiled and raised an eyebrow. Chinaka recognised the sign and politely smiled back, before turning his attention to the adverts above the guy's head. Fortunately, his admirer left the train at the next stop.

Once outside High Street Kensington station, he referred to the map that Benjamin had printed out for him which gave detailed instructions on how to find the address he required. As he made his way, he admired the big houses and wondered what it would be like to live in them. He finally found the address he needed and rang the brass bell.

"Hi, you must be Chinaka, come on in" Malcolm said, as he furtively looked behind Chinaka to see if anyone was looking. The twenty-nine-year-old was married, so had to be careful. His wife lived in their country house in Surrey because she hated London. The Kensington house was Malcolm's retreat. It wasn't large with only two bedrooms, unlike most within the road. He was a self-employed financial consultant and worked from home but had told his wife he needed to be in London during the week, which is why he'd purchased the Kensington house.

Despite knowing he was gay from an early age he came from a religious family that expected their only son to marry and have children to continue the family name. He'd made sure that would never happen because unbeknown to his wife and his family, he'd had the snip done privately to make him infertile. Even so, he made sure that sexual activity with his wife was minimal and so far, she'd not complained. However, he knew the time would come when the topic of children would be raised, and he'd have to admit that he was gay. At that time, he'd tell her the marriage was over and suffer the consequences that would undoubtedly occur once his parents knew.

In the meantime, he satisfied his needs by renting boys. He'd always had a penchant for young guys and when he came across Frank's services, he decided to make good use of them.

"Let me take your jacket" he smiled as Chinaka removed it and felt Malcolm's hand fondle his butt. "How about a drink before we go upstairs to enjoy ourselves?" he said, more as a statement than a question. "I'm sure you boys imbibe, despite your age" he chuckled and proceeded to pour two whiskies. He passed one to Chinaka and said, "Cheers" holding his glass up and indicating for him to sit beside him on the sofa. "Tell me something about yourself, Chinaka. You're Nigerian, I believe."

Chinaka said he was and had been raised in Lagos. In response to how long he'd been one of Frank's boys, he replied "Not long, sir".

"No need for sir. Call me Malcolm. You really are beautiful" he said, casually placing a hand on Chinaka's thigh before slowly moving it into the crotch. "Mm, big cock. I like big cocks." He paused, sipping his drink with eyes on the beautiful lad beside him. His own cock was already hard and aching to be released. Chinaka took another sip of his drink, feeling the liquid burn his throat. Malcolm took the glass from him and placed it on the table beside him with his own. He told Chinaka to sit across his legs facing him. He reached down to remove the boy's trainers and slipped the T-shirt off over his head, tossing it to one side. He admired the beautiful smooth black chest and tweaked the nipples which immediately hardened.

"You're perfect" he muttered fondling Chinaka's chest down to his stomach. He unfastened the jeans and told him to raise himself so he could remove them along with the boxer shorts. "Oh my, you really are my perfect dream. You're so beautiful, but I expect you've been told that before." Chinaka smiled and stopped himself from saying Malcolm was the first. Other men who'd forced themselves on him had called him a slut.

His cock was now fully erect, and Malcolm started playing with it. He told him to stand up so he could suck it. Chinaka did so and watched as the older man took the cock into his mouth. It went right in and he could feel it at the back of the throat. It felt as if it was on fire. He closed his eyes forgetting for a moment that he was there to service the client.

"Let's go upstairs" Malcolm suddenly said having removed the stiff organ from his mouth. As he got up he unbuttoned his own shirt and tossed it onto the sofa. Leading Chinaka by the hand, he walked him out into the hallway and told him to walk upstairs. He followed, so he could admire the cute naked butt he would soon be fucking. At the top, he guided the boy into the main bedroom which he'd prepared earlier. Curtains were closed and the duvet placed neatly on a chair, so the bed was prepared, with a bottle of lube at the ready. When he'd booked, he'd checked whether he could fuck raw and Frank had said, "Of course. That's how good sex should always be. All our boys are regularly tested." He'd been assured by the guy in Lagos that Chinaka had been recently tested, so he took his word for it.

Malcolm invited him onto the bed, hastily removed the remainder of his own clothes and lubricated his cock before joining him. He rolled him onto his side and moved up behind the naked body. Placing his hand across Chinaka's body, he reached down to grasp the still hard cock. Using his other hand, he guided his lubricated cock up to the entrance he was desperate to enter. As he gently massaged the lad's cock he pressed against him and felt his erection slip inside. Chinaka had noticed that Malcolm was nowhere near as large as Benjamin so knew he could take it without any problem.

The hard organ began slow piston movements and every move caused both of them pleasure. For the first time in his life, Chinaka was able to relax and enjoy what was happening. Malcolm made sure that the action kept going for as long as possible, so it was ten or more minutes before he knew he was about to reach his climax.

"Ah, fuck. I'm coming" he exclaimed. Chinaka smiled to himself and soon after felt his own cock erupt into Malcolm's hand.

"That was so wonderful. Thank you" Malcolm said. Chinaka muttered his thanks because he too had enjoyed it. They laid beside one another for several minutes during which Malcolm asked him about his early life. He was reticent at first but after more searching questions he related his life in Lagos. Malcolm was horrified and hugged him. "I'm so sorry. Let's hope that life here will be better for you." Chinaka nodded but he had no idea whether it would be at present. He'd been sold to Frank like a sack of potatoes and was now under his control. All he could hope was that all his clients were as considerate as Malcolm.

They showered together and dressed. It was time for Chinaka to leave but Malcolm yearned for him to stay the night even though he knew that was impossible. He didn't want the lad to travel home alone on public transport, so he arranged for a taxi to take him, which he charged to his business account.

"I'd like to see you again. Would you like that?"

Chinaka nodded, knowing he had no choice in the matter. Malcolm said he'd book another session and next time he'd make it longer, so he could come for a meal before they had sex.

The Polish taxi driver was chatty as he drove to Brixton. He attempted to question Chinaka about his nationality and whether he'd been born in the UK, but he was vague in his reply. Eventually, he gave up and the journey continued in silence. When they reached the road in which Frank's house was situated, Chinaka told him to stop at the end and he walked the remainder of the way. Benjamin met him as he opened the front door.

"How did it go?" he asked with a smile.

"Good. He wants to book me again for a longer session."

"Excellent. Well done."

Chinaka thanked him and walked upstairs with an air of satisfaction. He wasn't used to praise, and it made him feel good. He entered the bedroom he shared and noted that Azi and Pablo had not yet returned from their clients. He got ready for bed and climbed in, pulling up the duvet to cover his naked body. By the time his roommates returned he was asleep.

Pablo and Azi's new client, was Roland who was thirty-two and a multi-millionaire with an apartment in Westminster and a country house in Gloucestershire. He'd known he was gay from an early age, but his pompous upper-class parents hadn't approved of what they referred to as `mentally defective creatures who should be locked up'. Roland had therefore been forced to hide his sexuality from them and everyone else. He was the youngest of two sons, but his older brother had died from pneumonia following complications when he was four-year-old. Roland's father seemed to blame Roland despite him only being two at the time.

The family fortune originated from manufacturing and over the years had expanded into a range of companies. His father had died four years ago after a massive stroke. Roland hadn't missed him because father and son had never seen eye to eye, both in business and social attitudes. He'd been presented with numerous suitable women to marry but had managed to put each one off by his disinterested attitude. Eventually, his mother gave up trying to find the perfect match. After his father's death, his mother went into decline and now suffered from dementia. He'd placed her into a home and made minimal contact since she no longer recognised him when he visited.

Ideally, he wanted a partner with whom to share his life but so far had not found anyone suitable. He liked younger guys and decided to rent for the time being. At work he was the established bachelor which suited him because he didn't want it generally known that he was gay. He therefore resorted to renting boys and on occasions had two at a time.

"Wow, this is swish" Pablo commented as they walked up to the four-bed house in Westminster and rang the bell.

"Good evening gentlemen" Roland addressed them on opening the door and inviting them in. Azi introduced himself and Pablo before slipping off their jackets which were hung on the hallstand. They were immediately taken upstairs into a bedroom and he told them to strip. With two naked guys in front of him, he removed his own clothes. His cock was already reacting, and he told both of them to kneel on the floor and suck his cock. When it was hard, he told them to kneel on the bed and offer their arse. With two arses to choose from, he chose Pablo's.

"Yeah, nice" he groaned as he fucked. As he did so, he told Azi to go on his back and suck Pablo's cock. That too was soon hard. When Roland had shot his load into Pablo, he told Azi to offer his arse. Azi knelt on the bed and expected the client to fuck him. Instead, he heard Pablo being instructed to fuck the offered arse whilst Roland looked on. As soon as he'd dumped his load, Roland took over and fucked Azi until he'd dumped a load of his cum for the second time.

They rested for a while and Roland asked them where they'd come from and how long they'd been working for Frank. Both related their stories. To their surprise, he then asked each of them to fuck him, which they did.

At midnight, he bade them farewell saying he'd be booking another session. However, the next booking was for Pablo alone. He'd preferred the sixteen-year-old South American but although the sex was good, there was something missing.

Over the next week, Chinaka serviced numerous other clients, some at the house and others at their homes. The following Friday he was booked to visit Roland. It was a special day for Chinaka because it was his sixteenth birthday having been almost that age when Frank had bought him, but nobody celebrated it, so it went by unnoticed. Birthdays were never acknowledged within the house as nobody knew one another's true age. Frank was the only person who had such information, but he didn't diary each date. He relied on each boy telling him when they reached nineteen at which time he'd check his records. Frank had never been good at maths, so had not noticed the discrepancy between the birth date on Chinaka's passport and what the guy told him when he made the deal in Lagos. He left Benjamin to handle any creative accounting that was necessary and ensure the house expenses were kept within budget.

Roland welcomed him with open arms. Having rented Azi and Pablo a few days earlier he wanted a change. When Frank told him about Chinaka he immediately chose him and arranged for him to come for a meal. On meeting him he soon realised that not only did he have a stunning body, he also had a lovely personality with an air of innocence. He could imagine living with him, but he knew he should take things easy.

"The meal will be ready in twenty-minutes, so let's have a drink whilst we wait."

Chinaka followed him into the living room and sat down on the sofa where Pablo had sat a few nights before. There was something comfortable about being with Roland and he liked the feeling. With other clients he'd been made to feel he was just the hired fuck for the night.

Roland sat beside him and gave him his drink. He commenced by asking what he'd been doing all day. Unsure how to respond, Chinaka replied that he'd serviced other clients at the house and added that it was his birthday. Roland gasped and immediately hugged him before kissing him on the lips.

"Happy birthday. If I'd known I'd have made a special meal. How have you celebrated at the house?"

Chinaka shook his head. "They don't celebrate birthdays, but I'm used to it. I've never had a birthday party or presents in my whole life."

Roland hugged him again. He felt so sorry for the lad. They kissed and it became passionate. This was a new experience for Chinaka, but he liked it. He felt wanted for once in his life. Hands roamed and each felt the other's erection inside their trousers. Roland was tempted to go further but he remembered the meal would shortly be ready.

"I must check on the sausage casserole I've cooked. Come into the kitchen with me so we can talk."

Chinaka followed him into the spacious modern kitchen that was full of gadgets., most of which he'd not seen before. He sat at the island counter and watched Roland check the casserole and the potatoes in a saucepan. When they were ready, he drained them and took a potato masher from a drawer. Chinaka offered to mash them since it was something he'd done at the house. Roland beamed and placed the hot pan on a wooden board. Whilst Chinaka mashed, he prepared some green vegetables.

Finally, the meal was ready to serve. "Do you mind if we eat in here?" Roland asked. Chinaka smiled and said it was fine by him. He was so enjoying his time with this lovely man.

"This is delicious" Chinaka commented after eating several mouthfuls.

"Thank you. When you live alone it's surprising what you can achieve with the aid of some cookbooks.

After the meal, which was followed by stewed plums and yogurt, Chinaka offered to wash the items that didn't go in the dishwasher. Roland had opened a bottle of red wine to compliment their meal and he was feeling slightly tipsy. When he'd finished, Roland moved up behind him and wrapped his arms around his body.

"You are so special."

Chinaka felt tears form in his eyes. He'd never been told that before.

"Come, let's go upstairs and relax on the bed. We needn't have sex if you don't want to."

Chinaka frowned. "But ..."

"I know. That's what I've paid for, but you're different to the other boys I've rented. You're not just a sex machine. You have a personality and I like that. So, just being with you is enough."

They made their way up to the main bedroom which like everywhere else was beautifully furnished. Roland threw off the duvet before sitting on the edge of the bed. He took hold of Chinaka's hand and stood him in front of him.

"Do you mind if I have a look at you?"

"I'm yours to do with as you please" Chinaka chucked. Roland nodded. That was the problem, and he didn't like it. He knew it seemed stupid, but he'd fallen in love with this beautiful lad and he wanted him all to himself. The thought of other men molesting him made him feel sick. He unfastened Chinaka's jeans and dropped them down his legs. An erect cock was already pressing against the boxer shorts. He felt it and heard the lad silently gasp. He looked up at him and they smiled. Without saying anything, Chinaka slipped off his T-shirt to expose his sexy chest. Unable to control his hands, Roland ran each one up and down the smooth black skin.

"You're perfect" he muttered. He knew he wanted to see the whole naked body, so he slipped off the jeans with the trainers and slowly pulled down the boxer shorts to expose each bit of flesh. When they were free of the organ they hid, he removed them completely. He now had a fully naked sixteen-year-old to gaze at.

"Utterly beautiful" he said before kissing the big cock. He hastily removed his own shirt and yanked off his trousers and underwear. His own cock sprang to life and Chinaka gazed at it as Roland took his into his mouth. He closed his eyes as the hot mouth sucked and teased his piece of meat. If it continued much longer, he'd shoot his load. Roland sensed he was getting near, so stopped. He stood up and sat Chinaka on the bed before offering his cock to be sucked. He did so immediately and listened to Roland gasping as his mouth and tongue excited the organ. It wasn't as large as his but still very pleasant.

"I'd like to fuck you. Is that okay?"

Chinaka nodded, excited at the thought of having this guy's cock inside him. He'd become emotionally attached to the guy despite being advised by Benjamin never to do so. He went on his back, lifted his legs, and offered his arse. Suitably lubricated after sniffing poppers, Roland gently pressed against the puckered hole. Chinaka relaxed and watched the organ slip inside him. It felt wonderful. After several minutes of fucking, Roland spilt his load. It was the most beautiful moment he'd had for a long time. He'd fucked numerous young guys, but this felt different. This wasn't just sex, it was love. The problem was that he'd fallen in love with a sixteen-year-old lad he'd just met, owned by a man who made lots of money from him.

Before Chinaka left, Roland told him he'd like to see him again. Chinaka's face lit up and replied, "I'd like that, but you'll have to make a booking with Frank".

Roland did so, arranging for him to visit twice a week for the whole evening so they could eat together and really get to know one another. Chinaka was in heaven but each time he left he wondered whether it would eventually come to an end once Roland became tired of him.

Chinaka was now popular with clients, so each day he'd service at least two and often three. One of those was a guy named Edmund. He was thirty-eight and had a swanky apartment in Chelsea. He liked wild sex and fucked the rented boys in all kinds of positions. He had his way with Chinaka whilst bent over a table. Whilst his arse was being fucked or his mouth was full of cock, his mind would flash back to his evenings with Roland. He couldn't get him out of his head.

On the afternoon he was due to meet Roland again for one of his twice weekly visits, he'd been instructed to visit a guy in Victoria but hadn't been told that he was a priest. Once inside the house he realised where he was, having recognised holy crosses on the walls and bibles scattered about. The fifty-year-old man wanted to be sucked before fucking him. He'd been abused by priests in Lagos and it made him feel sick.

When he arrived at Roland's house that evening, he immediately sensed something was wrong with the beautiful boy he loved. Once inside he held him tight before kissing him on the lips. Slowly, Chinaka calmed down and they sat on the sofa as usual whilst the meal cooked.

"Is it something you've had to do with another man?"

Chinaka nodded but couldn't say much. "It's not what he wanted but who he was" Chinaka replied having felt he could confide in Roland.

"Someone important?"

Chinaka looked down at his shoes. "A person who makes out he knows better than the rest of us."

Roland thought for a moment. "A man of the church?" he asked. Chinaka nodded. Roland took him into his arms and comforted him. "Would you like to get away from the life you're being forced to live?"

Chinaka nodded again and felt tears fill his eyes. "I can't get away until I'm nineteen" he cried. Roland knew he couldn't wait another three years, so declared his love for him. Chinaka looked up at him through his tears. Roland saw the love in his eyes, so said he could offer him a home and a life away from being forced to have sex with other men. "Frank would never let me go. He keeps on saying how much he paid for me and I owe him."

"Knowing the amount, he charges for you, he's had more than enough money to cover the blood money he paid for you, so don't let that worry you."

Roland thought for a moment and then smiled. "I know how we can get you away" he grinned. Whilst at university, he'd been an active member of the amateur dramatics society and had played the part of officials and a policeman. He still had the props that he'd made for the parts. "Let's eat and I'll detail my plan whilst we do so." Chinaka followed him into the kitchen, imagining what life would be like living with Roland.

Whilst they ate, Roland detailed his plan, during which Chinaka said that Frank was away on business for two days. "Excellent. I'll speak to Benjamin who, from what you've said, is more amenable" Roland grinned.

After their meal and they'd finished clearing up, they returned to the sofa and talked. Chinaka had many questions about what he'd do if he lived with Roland and how he'd pay his way. Roland took the lovely lad into his arms. "I own a portfolio of businesses, so have more than enough money to keep both of us, but I will give you a monthly allowance, so you have your own money to use as you wish. Your contribution will be to help me run this house and the property in Gloucestershire. Perhaps you'd also like to be my business personal assistant and undertake administration tasks. Chinaka said he'd never done anything like that before and wasn't sure he had the intelligence. "Don't put yourself down, my love. You're far brighter than you think. All you need is the opportunity and someone to teach you, and that will be me, assuming you're willing."

Chinaka pulled their faces together and kissed the man he knew he loved. "Yes, I'm more than willing. I can't thank you enough for the opportunity."

They spent the remainder of their time together talking and never had sex, which was the last thing on their mind. Before he left, Roland gave him instructions on what to do next. "Just act normally and leave me to do the rest" he smiled.

When Chinaka got back to the house, Benjamin was there to meet him as usual and asked how things had gone with Roland. "Good" he replied casually. "I think he wants me to return next week but he'll be in touch." With that, he hastily climbed the stairs to his room. Azi had not yet come home but Pablo had already returned from his client and asked how he'd got on. Again, he casually replied as he got ready for bed.

The following afternoon, he was due to visit a client in Regent's Park, so as arranged with Roland the previous evening, he took the Victoria line, alighted at Vauxhall, and walked around the corner to wait for him. Within minutes, Roland's car pulled up beside him and he hastily climbed into the back. They then drove back to the road where the house in Brixton was situated and Chinaka hid himself beneath a blanket so he couldn't be seen by anyone passing by. The reason for this subterfuge was to look as if he'd set off for the client visit.

Although neither Benjamin nor Frank had ever met Roland face to face, he wore a disguise which included a set of clothes he'd not normally wear, a wig to change the colour of his hair and a pair of tinted glasses. This was just in case Azi or Pablo met him at the house, although that was unlikely since they too were visiting clients.

"Are you Benjamin Adeyemi?" he asked as the front door opened. Benjamin confirmed he was, and Roland introduced himself as Barry Deakin from Immigration, briefly flashing his fake ID as he did so. He immediately noticed Benjamin's face drop. "I'm here about Chinaka Oni. Can we go somewhere to talk privately please?"

Without hesitation, Benjamin led him up to Frank's office. "I understand Mr Frank Palmer is away on business at present, but I'm sure you can provide the information I require" Roland commented as they walked upstairs. Benjamin said he was sure he could, still wondering what this was about.

"Is Chinaka okay?" he asked as soon as he'd unlocked the office and invited the visitor inside.

Roland assured him he was fine but had been caught up in an incident. "A case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time" he smiled as he took the only chair in front of Frank's desk. Benjamin hastily took Frank's chair praying that he wouldn't return early.

"On questioning Chinaka Oni, he admitted to being brought to this country from Lagos by force" Roland continued. "He's told me he was stood naked in front of two white guys who purchased him and brought him into this country to provide sexual services to men who hired him. Needless to say, we are concerned."

Benjamin felt his body go cold. He'd warned Frank that one day they'd get caught.

"However," Roland continued, "I understand he managed to escape from his captors before you found him wandering the streets homeless and offered him a home in this house. That was very charitable of you" Roland smiled. "He has asked me to thank you for your kindness. Do you have many homeless people living here?"

Benjamin swallowed hard having realised that Chinaka had protected him and Frank by not telling the truth. "A few. Mr Palmer is a generous guy, so we offer food and warmth whilst we help them find jobs and stand on their own feet."

"Very generous of you. Anyhow, I understand you're holding Chinaka Oni's passport. Perhaps you can give it to me so I can be on my way. He spoke very highly of you, Benjamin" Roland added with a smile. Benjamin hastily unlocked the metal cabinet where all documents relating to the boys were kept. He pulled out Chinaka's file and extracted the passport he'd placed in their just a few weeks before. He passed it over to Roland who checked that it was Chinaka's. "I suggest you destroy any other documents you have on him. Just in case further enquiries are made on why you have an illegal immigrant in your house" Roland smiled as he stood up.

"I will, immediately" Benjamin replied. "What will happen to him?"

"He'll be looked after whilst his case is considered to decide whether he's given British citizenship or sent back to Nigeria. I understand he has no family he can return to and was abused by those who were supposed to protect him, so that will help his case in my opinion."

Benjamin felt a sigh of relief. "If you see him again, please give him my best wishes." Roland said he would and made his way out of the office with Benjamin rushing to follow him. As soon as he'd closed the front door behind him, he ran back upstairs and shredded all evidence of Chinaka being at the house. He now had to worry about Frank's reaction when he returned. He'd just completed the shredding when the client who Chinaka was supposed to be servicing phoned.

"Where the hell is the boy I've paid for? I've been waiting for half-an-hour."

Benjamin explained that Chinaka had been caught up in an incident on his way there, so wouldn't be coming. The client demanded his money back. Benjamin offered Leon as a replacement, but the client refused and demanded a refund.

"Stay hidden until we're away from this area. I'll stop when I can so you can join me in the front" Roland told Chinaka once inside the car. A few streets away, he stopped, and the lad jumped out of the back and into the front seat.

"Did he believe your story?"

"Every bit" Roland laughed. "Especially after I told him that you thanked him for his kindness. He's given me your passport and is going to destroy all other record of you. So, you're free, my love. Welcome to your new life and a member of Hall Enterprises."

"Is that the name of your business?"

Roland patted his thigh as he said it was and gave a potted history of the Hall family including how the manufacturing business started. Their plan was to stay at the house in Gloucestershire, which was situated on the outskirts of Cirencester, until Frank had returned and calmed down from his fury at the loss of one of his most lucrative boys.

They were soon on the M25 which would lead them to the M4. Chinaka relaxed into the comfort of Roland's BMW Series 3 blue metallic plug-in hybrid saloon which swept along effortlessly. He'd never been in a car of such quality and felt very special. They were lucky with traffic and completed the journey in two hours forty minutes. Roland's four-bed detached house was situated on a secluded private estate and faced with a golden sandstone.

"It's beautiful" Chinaka cried as he climbed out of the car.

Roland moved up to him and hugged him tight. "Welcome to your new country home. I so hope you're be happy here. After a few weeks we'll return to London. In the meantime, I'll either sell or rent the house in Westminster and get another. That way, Frank will never find you. Tomorrow, I'll take you shopping in Cirencester to get you a new wardrobe and change your appearance."

"Thank you. Thank you so much" Chinaka cried with yet more tears running down his face. He had to pinch himself that he wasn't dreaming all this. He'd never imagined he'd be so lucky. His life to date had been so different to what he would now lead. Roland grabbed his suitcase from the boot and unlocked the front door.

"I have a friend who comes regularly to check the house and manage the garden. He lives locally; his name is Trevor. We first met when he was seventeen and I was looking for a gardener. We've known one another for seven years now. He's gay and like you had a tough life in his early years. He's a lovely guy, you'll like him.

Chinaka followed him through the entrance lobby into a hallway, off which was a kitchen/diner to the left and a large living room to the right. Both rooms extended from the front to back of the house. A winding staircase led to four bedrooms. The master with an ensuite was at the rear of the house with the second bedroom at the front. The other two bedrooms were situated to the left of the landing with a main bathroom off the landing to serve these three rooms.

With the suitcase unpacked, they made their way to the kitchen to prepare a meal. Like the London house it was a modern kitchen, but this had an integral dining area facing the front. The garden was well maintained and provided pleasant views from the kitchen and living room.

Roland had purchased a chicken pie before he left London, so that was placed in the oven and new potatoes were prepared. When the pie was sufficiently heated, he took it out of the oven and remembered he'd not prepared gravy. Chinaka said he'd do that whilst Roland drained the potatoes. He found the gravy powder in a cupboard, placed the required number of teaspoons into a jug and added hot water before mixing in the powder. He then heated this in a saucepan, stirring as it heated.

"This is excellent gravy" Roland commented as he poured some over his pie and potatoes. "A perfect consistency. Mine seldom is."

Chinaka smiled. It felt so good to have praise and it lifted his heart. They were now sitting around the glass-topped table situated by the front window. He looked out over the front garden which had a piece of grass surrounded by flowering shrubs and trees lining the perimeter. To the right was a paved driveway that led to the garage at the side of the house. It was so peaceful and for a moment he forgot about the hustle and bustle of London and what his life had been like for the past few weeks.

"You're deep in thought. Are you feeling worried?" Roland asked.

Chinaka shook his head. "I was just thinking how lucky I was to be here with you. I so hope the other guys at the house find happiness in due course.

At the house in Brixton, Benjamin had now calmed down after the visit by the guy from Immigration. He'd dreaded something like that happening and had told Frank they should do something to legalise their band of illegal immigrants. He knew Frank had contacts that could have produced documents to say they were British subjects, but he'd refused. However, he'd planned for a day such as this.

He'd put his share of Frank's illegal earnings into a personal bank account which Frank didn't know about. He had also set up accounts for each of the boys so that when they eventually left, they had money put aside to live on until they'd found a job. Having left Benjamin to manage the boys, Frank was unaware of these accounts. He'd always thought that each lad was paid in cash since that's what he always used.

Fortunately, all the boys were in the house, so he asked Azi to join him in the office. Being the same nationality, they'd formed a bond during Azi's time in the house. He first explained what the guy from Immigration had said about Chinaka.

"Fuck. Frank is going to be furious when he finds out" Azi said.

"That's why we've all got to disappear before he returns tomorrow."

"Are you serious? Surely he'll track us down."

"Finding eight boys isn't going to be easy. Besides, I've been planning for this day for some time." Benjamin explained that he'd commenced renting a one-bed flat in Birmingham some while ago of which Frank was totally unaware. He also now had a sizeable sum of money in his bank account. "I want you to gather the other seven boys together and say they're free to leave but must do so immediately. Give each of them their passport and the bank card inside which gives them access to a fixed sum of money, plus some cash to purchase a ticket to wherever they want to go. Stagger their departures to avoid them all leaving together."

"Wow, you really have thought this through" Azi grinned.

"One other thing. I'm hoping you'll come with me. You know I'm very fond of you, Azi and I think we can make a life together. I've got contacts in Birmingham who can find us jobs. How about it?"

"Fuck, that's brilliant. Thanks Benjamin" he replied and rushed to give Benjamin a kiss. He then picked up the pile of passports and gathered the other boys together. When they heard they were to be freed immediately, they all gasped. He suggested they pair off to support one another until they'd found a new life but to keep their plans to themselves to protect everyone else. He guessed that some would want to return to their home countries and others, like him would remain in the UK.

Igor and Leon immediately paired together, with Shameer and Ismail doing the same. Bako and Chuk nodded at one another and agreed to pair up, which left Pablo. Having handed out the passports and the bank cards, Azi told the pairs to immediately go and pack what they needed and return downstairs for him to stagger their departures.

After they'd left, he whispered to Pablo, "Don't tell the others, but Benjamin is also leaving and I'm going with him. Sorry Pablo".

"No problem, bruv. I'll be okay" he replied. He was now seventeen and knew he could look after himself. He also knew exactly where he wanted to go.

Ten minutes later, pairs arrived downstairs with plastic bags containing their few belongings. Azi let each pair at ten-minute intervals. Pablo was the last to leave and he hugged his best friend before he did so. Benjamin had decided to keep out of the way to avoid emotional partings. Although he knew that Frank only saw the boys as money-makers, he had always treated them as individuals, so they had become part of his family. He silently wished them the best of luck and hoped they'd all have a better life. At least their time at the house had toughened them up, so they now had a better chance of doing so.

He'd packed a holdall with his personal items and Azi added his few belongings. On their way out, Benjamin left a note for Frank which simply said, "Gone out to deal with a problem". With the front door closed behind them, he and Azi made their way to Euston station where Benjamin purchased two one-way tickets to Birmingham. Two hours later, they were walking into their new home. Azi was overjoyed and threw his arms around the guy he'd admired for the last three years.

Late the following afternoon, Benjamin received a text message from Frank, saying "Update". Benjamin replied saying, "Sorted. On way home." What Frank didn't realise was that the home referred to, was the one in Birmingham. He and Azi had been to see one of Benjamin's contacts who could produce suitable documentation for Azi to obtain a UK passport. They'd also visited another contact who owned several gay establishments in Birmingham.

"You're in luck, bruv" his contact grinned. "I need a bar manager at one of my new bars. You can employ this beauty as a bar assistant if you like. He'll be an added attraction and bring in more business."

Benjamin and Azi immediately accepted and agreed to commence the following day. As they walked home, Benjamin had received the text from Frank. After responding, he removed the SIM card from the phone and dropped it down a drain. He replaced it with a new SIM card he'd purchased earlier. He and Azi could now start their new life together and Frank could no longer contact him. He'd also never told Frank about his connection with Birmingham, so was an unlikely to look for them there.

Back in Brixton, Frank read Benjamin's text and slumped onto the bed. He was tired after his travels and hours of negotiating more black-market deals. He fell asleep across the bed and didn't wake until almost midnight. Guessing that his sidekick had not wanted to disturb him, he assumed he'd found another bed in which to sleep. He undressed and climbed into bed to complete his night's sleep. The following morning, he sensed the house was deserted. He chased from room to room and found them empty. He checked the cupboards and found all clothes had gone, including Benjamin's.

"You bastard" he shouted as he slammed doors shut. He now realised that not only had he lost his sidekick, but he'd also lost nine boys who provided him with a considerable income. He then had to deal with phone calls from clients who'd been waiting for the boy they'd rented to arrive. In the end, he disconnected the phone and sat down to consider his options. He knew he had plenty of other income from his many other illegal activities, but the thought that he'd been duped by a guy he'd trusted, and nine teenage boys made him angry. He vowed to track everyone of them down but after further thought, decided it wasn't worth it. "Fuck them" he shouted to himself.

Chinaka quickly settled into his new environment. He enjoyed daily sex with Roland and found it even more enjoyable knowing that he wasn't under pressure to perform because a client had paid for it. He also enjoyed the freedom of the country, although like Roland he missed the excitement of London. The summer weather had also helped and he spent several hours sunbathing or wandering around the garden in a sexy pair of shorts that Roland had purchased for him when they'd gone shopping to replace the few clothes he'd brought with him.

It was whilst he was sunbathing in the garden that he first met Trevor.

"Hi, you must be Chinaka. I understand you're living with Roland now. Sorry about your family. That must have been a terrible shock."

"Thank you. It was a terrible tragedy" Chinaka replied with a sad face. To explain the sudden appearance of a sixteen-year-old, Roland had dreamt up a story that he'd been good friends with Chinaka's parents who'd been killed in a car accident. Since he didn't have other family, he'd offered the lad a home.

Trevor knelt down on the grass beside him and offered his hand. Chinaka shook it and noticed how the hand seemed reluctant to release his.

"Roland's a lovely guy and very kind" Trevor smiled. "I hope we can become friends."

"So, do I" Chinaka responded.

"I understand you're also gay" Trevor grinned. Chinaka said he was as their eyes drifted down the other's body. "It's hot today" he added as he slipped off his T-shirt to expose a naked chest that had been bronzed by the sun. He felt a stirring inside his denim shorts as he gazed at Chinaka's bulge inside his. "I manage the gardens for Roland" he continued.

"They look good. I've never had a garden but have enjoyed this one. Perhaps I can assist you whilst Roland is busy working."

"I'd like that" Trevor replied excitedly and placed a hand on the beautiful naked thigh in front of him.

"Excellent" Chinaka smiled and placed his hand over it to keep it there.

"I hope you don't mind me saying, but you've got a beautiful body."

"Yours is very nice, as well."

Trevor's eyes widened with excitement. "I so look forward to getting to know one another. I'm not good at making friends but I have a good feeling I will with you."

"What's on your list of tasks today. Perhaps I can help."

"Brilliant" Trevor gasped and felt his cock go harder. "I normally sweep the front driveway and path first, so let's fetch the tools from the potting shed."

Chinaka jumped up and followed Trevor to the small shed he'd seen behind the garage. "Here, wear these" Trevor said, passing over a pair of gardening gloves. "You could really do with a sturdier pair of shoes than those." He took a pair of Dunlop Wellie shoes off a shelf and gave them to his new friend. "These should fit you. They're new. Ordered them online and found them too big for me." Chinaka slipped off his newly acquired sandals and put them on. They fitted perfectly.

They grabbed two brooms, a bucket, and a shovel, and made their way to the front. Working side by side, they commenced sweeping the large expanse of driveway. They worked well together, and Trevor enjoyed having the sexy Nigerian beside him. With that done, they lightly raked the grass before gently turning the soil around the shrubs with a hoe. Seeing the two working together gave Roland a warm feeling. He walked out to see the pair of them and asked Trevor if he'd like to stay for a meal. He jumped at the offer.

"You two go and have a shower" Roland told them when they'd finished outside. "I'll start the meal."

Chinaka glanced at Trevor and grinned. They'd both decided what to do. Upstairs, they walked into the main bathroom which was a wet room with a shower at one end and a bath at the other. They stripped off their shorts and gazed at one another's nakedness.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous" Trevor gasped as he stared at Chinaka's naked form. They moved to the shower and enjoyed the warm water run over their naked bodies. Trevor couldn't stop himself from feeling the large black cock which immediately started to swell. Chinaka just grinned. He was used to guys taking hold of his cock. Without saying anything, Trevor squatted in front of him and took the organ into his mouth. Chinaka watched the hot mouth take the full length as the warm water continued to flow over their naked flesh. The sucking continued until ribbons of creamy cum filled Trevor's mouth.

Chinaka lifted him and they kissed on the lips. He then squatted in front of his new friend and took his now stiff cock into his mouth. Trevor groaned with pleasure as the hot mouth sucked his sensitive tool. It didn't take long for his climax to erupt and fill Chinaka's mouth with his load.

Trevor switched off the shower and they dried their bodies, smiling contentedly at one another. They slipped on their shorts and carried their T-shirts downstairs. Roland glanced at them as they walked into the kitchen. He immediately sensed that something had taken place upstairs, and it was more than a shower. The T-shirts were dumped in a corner just in case Roland stipulated that they should wear them for the meal. He didn't, so when the veggie burgers with stuffed peppers were served, they all sat down to eat.

"So, you guys have got to know one another" Roland grinned. Trevor said they had and that Chinaka had kindly offered to help him in the garden. He asked how long they'd be staying at the country house and Roland replied "About four weeks" but didn't give the true reason why. Instead, he said "I felt Chinaka needed time to adjust to his new life before we return to London. We'll then probably alternate between here and London on a monthly basis, subject to work commitments.

Once the meal had been consumed, Roland left the other two to clear away the dishes whilst he relaxed in the living room. When they joined him, he was enjoying a brandy whilst reading the electronic copy of his daily paper. He invited Trevor to pour two more glasses for himself and Chinaka before he sat down.

Trevor and Chinaka sat on the sofa and as they drank their brandy, they became giggly. They'd already consumed glasses of red wine with their meal. Roland enjoyed watching the interaction between them and the hands that were frequently touching one another's legs. At one point, Trevor took hold of Chinaka's head and pressed their lips together for a kiss. He then suddenly realised what he was doing and pulled away.

"How about we watch some porn?" Roland grinned. Trevor immediately agreed, having watched some of Roland's extensive collection of gay porn before. Roland suggested he pick one, so he jumped up and walked over to the cabinet that stored the collection of DVDs, many of which had been downloaded from the net. Roland joined Chinaka on the sofa, moving him to the centre so Trevor could sit the other side of him. With the selected title in the DVD player, Trevor retook his seat on the sofa. Chinaka now found himself pressed between Roland and his new friend. He was already sporting a bulge inside his shorts which Roland felt.

"Let's have these off" Roland told him, and suggested Trevor removed his shorts as well. He himself, slipped off his shirt and unfastened his jeans. Both lads shuffled the garments down their legs and kicked them off. Roland gazed at his two beautiful naked guys, both of whom now had an erection. The film commenced and for a few moments they watched the action. Roland noticed that Trevor couldn't keep his hands off Chinaka and was now stroking the big black cock. "How about you guys have some fun together on the rug." The other two looked at him and seeing he was serious, immediately moved from the sofa onto the floor.

Trevor mounted Chinaka and they kissed passionately for a few minutes. Roland removed his jeans and underwear to expose his excited organ. He grabbed the lube and a bottle of poppers he kept in a drawer and placed them on the floor beside Trevor. He grabbed the poppers and took two hard sniffs up each nostril before holding the open topped bottle up to Chinaka's nose. Holding one nostril closed with his finger, he inhaled deeply up each nostril. Combined with the alcohol they'd drunk they felt the immediate effect as the rush shot through their head.

Roland had now got his camera at the ready and commenced filming the couple making love. Trevor turned around to form a ninety-nine position, so they could suck one another's cock. Roland knelt beside them capturing each cock being sucked by a hot mouth. His own cock was jumping up and down with excitement.

After a few minutes, Trevor stopped sucking and pulled his own out of Chinaka's mouth before lifting his legs over his chest to expose the beautiful, puckered hole. Roland zoomed onto it just as Trevor lowered his head and teased it with his tongue. Chinaka uttered groans of pleasure as the tongue sent erotic waves through his body. Roland moved the bottle of lube within reach of Trevor and he lubricated his rampant organ. He lined it up against the wet hole and gently pressed it in. Chinaka watched the stiff cock make its way in whilst snorting more poppers. Trevor grabbed the brown bottle and did the same as he slowly pumped.

Both were now on a high and the thrusting increased. Roland kept filming as the cock fucked the young guy he loved, but the fact that Chinaka was being fucked by another, didn't bother him. He got as much pleasure watching and filming, as fucking the lad. He'd never been possessive and had no intention of being so now.

Trevor kept fucking until he felt his climax coming. As he yelled, "Fuck, I'm coming" he pulled out and Roland filmed a ribbon of cum shoot out in an arch over Chinaka's black chest, followed by several more. He'd always admired the amount of cum Trevor could shoot and never stopped enjoying watching it. Once spent, he pulled out and grinned at the camera. Chinaka was clearly pleased as well.

"Fucking brilliant" he giggled.

"Now you fuck me" Trevor told him. Chinaka was happy to do that, so they changed over positions. With Trevor's legs over his head to expose his arse, Chinaka bent forward and licked the inviting hole he was about to fuck. Trevor squealed with delight but wanted to feel the big black cock inside him. He didn't have to wait long. After lubricating his long shaft, Chinaka pressed it against the tight hole and pushed.

"Fucking hell" Trevor yelled. "You're big" he gasped as the big head stretched him. Once through, he relaxed and enjoyed the long organ fill his arse. Sniffing more poppers, Chinaka started pumping. Roland kept the camera on the big black tool fucking the white arse that he'd enjoyed fucking on many occasions. As he filmed, he had an idea. He told Chinaka to pull out and to lay flat on the floor. Trevor was then instructed to kneel across him and line the big head up to his arse.

"Now sit on it and go right down on the full length" Roland instructed as he filmed the action. Trevor's arse was now nicely opened, so the big rod slipped inside with ease. Roland bent him over Chinaka's chest and manoeuvred himself behind. "Let's see if you can take two cocks up that arse" he chuckled. Trevor had been double fucked before but not by a cock as big as his new friend's and Roland's was far from small. Once in place, he felt the other lubricated cock press in on top of Chinaka's.

"Fuck, that feels good" Trevor gasped. Chinaka also loved the feel of another cock rubbing against his. All Trevor could do was leave the others to fuck him. He closed his eyes and savoured the moment.

"Ah, fuck, I'm coming" Chinaka shouted several minutes later.

"Let it go, boy. Fill his arse with your lovely creamy cum" Roland laughed. A few moments later, his own cock reached that magic point and it too filled Trevor's arse with cum.

"Fuck, that was fucking awesome" Trevor said after the two cocks had been extracted.

During the next few weeks, Trevor enjoyed many more sessions of sex with Chinaka and on occasions more threesomes with Roland. Chinaka had now fully settled in and enjoyed his new life with Roland. He made himself useful about the house and continued to help Trevor in the garden when he attended. In amongst this, Roland taught him what he needed to know about the business and its various operations. As he'd expected, Chinaka was a quick learner and soon had a good grasp of things. He also taught himself how to type correctly on the laptop that Roland had given him and was soon preparing various documents for business transactions. As the days went by, he enjoyed what he was doing and felt proud of his achievements.

The letting agent had now found a tenant for Roland's Westminster house which he'd clear of personal belongings when they returned to London. The agent had also found a suitable three-bed house in Chelsea for him to rent and he'd signed the rental agreement. They were now ready to return to London, so packed what they needed and set off in Roland's car.

"I hope Frank isn't looking for me" Chinaka commented as they made their way.

"There's been no sign of him or anyone visiting the house" Roland replied. "I also arranged for a friend of mine to call his number and ask if he had a boy to rent and he was told they no longer offered that service."

Chinaka gave a sigh of relief.

"Even if he was looking for you, he'd never recognise you now" Roland assured him as he patted Chinaka's thigh before slipping it into his crotch to have a feel. Chinaka giggled. He enjoyed Roland's attention.

Roland drove straight to the Westminster house to remove his final personal items. Whilst he did that, Chinaka gave everywhere a quick vacuum and checked the bathroom. With everything packed, they left. Chinaka checked if anyone was watching but he saw nothing.

The house in Chelsea was smaller but just as nice. They left the packed items from the other house and made their way to the company's head office in Knightsbridge. The security guy at the gate to the rear car park acknowledged Roland who introduced Chinaka.

"Welcome to Hall Enterprises, sir" he said to Chinaka as they drove through. Another security man checked them through reception and also welcomed the chairman's new PA. The receptionist issued Chinaka with his security pass, which Roland had pre-organised. He proudly hung it around his neck using the lanyard supplied and fitted the magnetic name badge to the lapel of his new dark suit which Roland had purchased for him. Feeling the part, he walked with Roland to his office. To get there, they had to walk through an open plan area where staff were busy working at their desks. Chinaka heard several say "Good morning, sir" as they went. He also heard whispering from some saying, "He must be the boss's new PA."

They were now walking into another office where a secretary was seated. "Good morning, Sarah. This is Chinaka, my new Personal Assistant. Be sure to look after him for me" Roland smiled.

"Welcome, Chinaka. What a lovely name. I'm Sarah. Your desk is ready for you" she added, indicating the spare desk on the other side of the office.

"I'll leave you to settle in, Chinaka" Roland said. "Join me in my office in twenty-minutes and we'll go through the meetings planned for later today. A coffee would be nice, Sarah and I suspect Chinaka could do with one too" he added as he disappeared into his office and shut the door behind him.

"How do you like your coffee, Chinaka?" Sarah asked. He replied that he took it black without sugar. "Excellent, nice and easy. Just like the boss has his" she chuckled. As expected, she then asked which company he'd come from and how he'd met Roland. He gave her the cover story he and Roland had already made up, having guessed people would ask. He sat at his desk and removed a few items from his briefcase, which was another gift from Roland. Having placed pens and pad at the ready, he read through a file that Roland had given him that morning before they left home.

"New business?" Sarah asked, having not recognised the file as she placed his coffee on the desk.

"Possibly. Confidential at present" he smiled. She nodded, realising that with a PA now in place, she'd not be privy to company secrets as much. Not that it bothered her. She was employed as a secretary and happy to remain so. When twenty-minutes had passed, Chinaka knocked on Roland's door and opened it. He waved him in, and he closed the door behind him.

"Okay?"

Chinaka nodded as he sat down on one of the leather chairs in front of Roland's desk. As he waited for Roland to commence, his mind went back to his earlier life. He'd never dreamt that he'd be the PA and lover of the owner of a multi-million-pound organisation.

Although nervous at first within his new role, he found he was quickly accepted and respected for his knowledge of the business and position. Over the next few weeks, he toured the country with Roland to visit various companies within the group including Manchester, Leeds, Edinburgh, and Birmingham where they met Benjamin and Azi who had also made a new life for themselves.

No longer was he being forced to do things but instead, was very willing!

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