Full Monty

Full Monty By Adam Stewart

Kwame sat thinking about his future. He was only fifteen and he'd lost his father in a terrorist attack whilst attending his favourite football team. A young suicide bomber had thrown his own life away all because of his misplaced beliefs caused by his religion. He'd never forgive the young fool or his associates, who'd surely be caught in time.

He'd loved his father and he knew his father had loved him, despite being disappointed that his son didn't have the same passion for the game. Kwame had never liked sports, probably because his school mates had mocked him for his difference. Not only because of the colour of his skin but he was also gay. Although he'd been born in England, his parents were African and had moved here soon after they'd married to find a better life.

"Although you will never forget him, time does heal the wounds you currently feel" his mother said as she sat beside her only son. She'd given birth to another son two years after Kwame had been born, but he'd died three days after the birth. "I miss him terribly as well but feeling hate towards the perpetrators only deepens the wound. Your life is ahead of you, Kwame and you will always have my love."

He buried his head against her ample bosom and felt safe. "What will happen to Ray? I can't lose him too."

She caressed his head knowing how much her son loved his dear friend who'd lost both parents during that awful atrocity. Ray's mother had been as passionate about football and the team as her husband which is why they'd attended the match together. Like Kwame, she'd had no interest in ten men kicking a ball around a field and was thankful that her son didn't either, otherwise she'd have lost a son as well as a loving husband.

She'd recognised that Kwame and Ray were gay from an early age, but it had never bothered her. When her husband had realised, he too decided that his son was still his first born and would love him just as much.

"I've been thinking about Ray" she replied. "Since he has no relatives, I was going to suggest we offered him a home with us permanently. Would you like that?"

"Oh, Mum. Yes please. He must feel so alone."

His mother caressed his face and said she'd speak to Social Services. Fortunately, her husband had left them reasonably financially secure, and having already made enquiries, she was certain that she'd be granted guardianship for Ray in view of the long-time she'd known his parents. Kwame and Ray had known one another since the age of four when they'd met at play school. The two boys had immediately become friends and had been so ever since. They were close and had undertaken their schooling together. There was only three weeks between their birthdays, and they were similar, including their sexuality. They only had eighteen months before they left school and neither had shown any desire or academic ability to continue into further education. They'd be manual workers like their fathers who'd made a good living by being hard working and loyal workers.

The lads had been together when the news came through about the bombing and they'd rushed to the scene with Kwame's mother. There was total chaos, and nobody could tell them whether their loved ones were alive or not. They were advised to go home and wait to be informed. When Ray heard that he'd lost both his parents, he collapsed and lost consciousness. When he eventually came too, he didn't want to speak. Kwame did his best to bring him out of his utter despair, but his mother suggested they leave him to rest.

Kwame ran up to the spare bedroom where Ray was resting. He found he was awake and ran to the side of the bed where he sat. They were inseparable and secretly loved one another. Ray looked at him and smiled.

"Would you join me in bed, please. I need to feel you against me" Ray implored. Kwame guessed he was naked because neither of them wore pyjamas in bed. They were proud of their bodies including their cocks. They'd previously compared them and found they were both at least eight inches long with Kwame's being the biggest. He kicked off his trainers and hastily removed his clothes. Just seeing his friend naked, brought a glimpse of brightness to Ray's face.

Once under the covers, they held their naked bodies together. Both felt their floppy organs react and go semi-erect.

"Mum is going to speak to Social Services to ask if she can be made your guardian until you're eighteen. That means you'd be living here with us permanently" Kwame said excitedly.

Ray hugged his best friend tight and kissed him. That was the best news he'd had since being told that he'd never see his parents again. Even so, he was now an orphan. They hugged and kissed whilst rubbing their erections together. They'd never gone the whole way yet but had sucked each other's cocks until they'd climaxed.

Whilst in their embrace, Kwame's mother looked in. "How are you, Ray" she asked as she perched herself on the side of the bed. All she could see was the top of their naked bodies but seeing her son's clothes scattered on the floor, she knew they were totally naked. It didn't bother her. In fact, she was happy for them, especially now. They'd both lost people they loved, so having one another was good.

"I've just spoken to Social Services and in principal they agree you'd be better off living here but there's a protocol to go through and paperwork to do. In the meantime, you will stay here with us until it's official."

"Thank you" Ray replied and felt a load lift from his mind because he couldn't' imagine living with someone he didn't know and being away from the guy he loved. With so many young people left homeless after the bombing, the Social Workers had jumped at the opportunity to place Ray with a mother and son he'd known for the past eleven years.

"How about you guys get dressed and come downstairs? I'm making something special for us to eat."

Kwame jumped out of bed and grabbed his clothes. His mother was used to seeing her teenager naked and the large piece of meat swinging between his legs. Ray decided to do the same, so her eyes feasted on his beautiful body and manhood. They were both fine specimens. She also told Ray to call her by her name which was Beka.

The next few weeks were spent attending funerals for the victims and dealing with the numerous things one must do when death occurs. Ray also had the job of clearing out the house where he'd been raised. It was emotional but he had the guy he loved beside him and eventually they got through it before handing the keys back to the landlord.

The only good part was that they'd been excused from attending school. Several boys in their class had been affected in some way or another, and some had lost their lives. It was a difficult time for everyone but somehow, they got through it. Beka saw the close relationship become stronger between her son and Ray, and she was thankful. They now shared a room and had noticed how the twin beds had been pushed next to each other, so assumed they were sleeping together and probably having sex, but she turned a blind eye. They were clearly in love with one another, so why not.

It was after they'd attended the funeral of Ray's parents and Kwame's father that their sexual activities progressed. Since Ray had no relatives, it was decided they'd hold a joint funeral for all three victims. That night, the boys hugged one another in bed and as usual, cocks reacted. Ray slipped down beneath the covers and took Kwame's beautiful black cock into his mouth. He'd always loved sucking it but on this day it felt different. As he sucked, the realisation that his parents had gone, and he only had one true friend became a reality. Beka did her best to integrate him into the family buy it was his boyfriend who made him feel whole.

When the beautiful shiny black cock was hard, he whispered, "I want you to fuck me".

Kwame wasn't sure at first, despite having dreamt about doing the deed on many occasions. "Are you sure?"

"One hundred percent" Ray smiled and turned onto his stomach to offer his arse. Kwame straddled Ray's strong legs and grabbed the tube of lube they'd secreted in the bedside cabinet. With his stiff cock suitably lubricated, he slipped a finger into the exposed arse. It was time to experience what he'd always wanted to do, so he gently pressed the head of his big cock against the entrance. It slipped in with ease as Ray gasped from the sudden pain. He paused but Ray urged him on. He did and felt the warmth of the beautiful arse surround his naked cock. They didn't have condoms and didn't give it a thought. They never imagined fucking another arse other than their own.

"Fuck" Kwame exclaimed, "this feels so wonderful". He slowly pumped his cock back and forth and felt the erotic waves shoot through his cock and his entire body. Ray was having the same feeling as the nerves inside his arse provided that wonderful experience of cock fucking arse.

"It feels wonderful, Kwame. Keep fucking until you shoot your load."

Kwame did and after a few moments he felt his climax rising. When it came, it was even better than when they'd manually massaged one another's cock. When he was spent, he collapsed on top of Ray's back. The feeling of flesh against flesh was the most wonderful experience he'd felt. He kissed the back of Ray's neck before he turned his head so they could have a side on kiss, but it was still beautiful.

Eighteen months later they left school for the very last time. They'd both hated school because of the hurtful comments and bullying they'd received. Kwame because of the colour of his skin and Ray because of his friendship with him, plus they'd both been recognised as being gay. They were therefore elated to be leaving the hateful place and never wanted to maintain any contact with the school or the others that had attended. They jumped with joy and made their way home, but both knew they now had to find a job since Kwame's mother couldn't support two growing lads for much longer on the meagre wages she received as a cleaner at a local company.

When they got home, they looked at their Instagram accounts having seen jobs advertised there before.

"How about this?" Kwame said. "Painter and decorator looking for young guy to assist. Must be fit and willing to learn the trade."

Ray hastily moved over to where Kwame was sitting to see the advert. The location was East London which was where they lived. They replied and within a few minutes received a response from a guy named Harry. He wanted them to visit him at eight the next morning. Kwame rushed downstairs to tell his mum about the interview and she was happy for them.

Harry was thirty-one and had lived in east London all his life. He'd not fully recognised his sexuality until he was in his mid-twenties and found it hard, but he knew he enjoyed the company of younger guys. Much to the disappointment of his parents, he'd never been academic, so left school with the basics. His father had been a painter and decorator, so he joined his business. The relationship between them wasn't good because his father was a typical heterosexual and expected his son to get married and have children. Despite Harry having not recognised his sexuality, he knew he didn't want to follow the norm and get married to satisfy his father's ideas of being a man.

They'd worked side by side for two years, but it became clear that his father was unwell. His parents decided they'd move to the south coast leaving him to take over the decorating business. Sadly, his father was diagnosed with cancer soon after they'd moved and had died soon after. Harry felt much happier left on his own and developed the business. The time had now come to find additional help. He'd decided that if he were going to take on employees, he'd hire younger workers who he could control and train to his standards.

He'd dreamt of hiring a young gay man but knew he couldn't advertise the fact. He'd therefore have to see who applied and select accordingly. Having researched the best media to use, he'd selected Instagram. When he received Kwame's response saying he and his boyfriend had just left school and were looking for work, his gay radar went into overdrive.

Kwame and Ray made sure they were up early the following morning. Dressed in jeans and T-shirt they got their own breakfast. Beka had already left for work, since cleaning of offices had to be done before the workers appeared leaving the remainder of her working day cleaning communal areas.

Wanting to give a good impression, they arrived at Harry's house ten minutes before eight. He beamed as he opened the door and invited them into his office. After his parents had moved out, he'd converted the upstairs into a comfortable flat for himself and used the front room downstairs as an office. Part of the back room had been made into a shower room for him to use when he'd finished work and would be now available for his new employees if they wanted a shower before going home. Having access to the small garden and side entrance, the remainder was used as a storeroom for supplies and equipment. His father had used the garage, much to his mother's disgust. This was now used for his car and the company van was parked on the driveway.

"Welcome" Harry beamed as he admired the two good-looking guys standing in front of him. His gaydar was tingling with excitement as he showed them into his office. Having sat behind his desk, he indicated for the lads to sit on the two chairs in front. He attempted to conduct a professional interview using his list of prepared questions which they both answered perfectly.

"You need stamina and muscle to do this job" he explained. "Would you mind slipping off your T-shirts to show me what you've got?"

Without hesitation, both lads stood up and slipped off their T-shirts to expose their muscled arms and chest. His cock was now rock hard inside his pants, but the desk hid it from view. Even so, he stood up and moved beside them to feel their arm muscles. Having not been to other interviews, Kwame and Ray had no idea if this was normal or not but they had no problem with showing off their body and enjoyed doing so.

"Excellent" he commented having asked each of them to bend their arm so he could feel the muscle. He also patted their firm looking stomach to see their reaction. He smiled to himself having seen there was none. They were perfect. Holding their T-shirts, he asked them to sit down. He sat on the front edge of his desk so he could admire their semi-naked body. "You've got nice bodies" he smiled. "That is always appreciated by customers" he grinned. He'd always ensured that his own was kept in good shape by attending the gym unlike his father who'd allowed his to deteriorate.

He detailed the working hours, pay and conditions before asking them if they were interested in the job. He'd originally intended recruiting one person to see how things went but by careful questioning he'd determined that the lads were boyfriends living together and wanted to work with one another. Although it could be argued this might cause problems, he took the view that they'd work better as a team. He also had work piling up and could easily cover the additional cost.

"So, what do you think? Is it the job for you guys?"

Ray looked at Kwame who answered for both. Harry had already identified him as being the leader.

"Yes, certainly. We're interested."

Ray nodded his agreement, so Harry offered them the jobs saying he'd confirm it in writing. "How soon could you start?" he asked.

"As soon you want us" Kwame replied.

"Excellent. In that case report here by seven-forty-five tomorrow morning. I'll have your employment contract ready for you to sign before we make our way to the job. But first, come into my storeroom and I'll fit you out with overalls. You can leave your jackets and T-shirts here."

He led them into the back room and selected two pairs of white cotton drill boiler suits that would fit them. "Try those on for size. You'll find it best to wear them without T-shirt or jeans because it gets hot working in them all day, so remove your jeans first."

Both lads looked at one another for a moment. Kwame then took the lead and Ray immediately followed.

"Ah, very nice" Harry exclaimed. "Commando. I like that" he grinned as he reached out to take each hanging cock into his hand. "You don't mind, do you?" he chuckled.

"Not in the slightest" Kwame replied. Do we, Ray?"

"Certainly not" Ray grinned, enjoying the hot hand holding his expanding cock.

"You guys are beautiful" Harry replied. "Before you try on your overalls, let's see how you are on steps. You need good balance when painting ceilings and high areas" he grinned. He grabbed a pair of steps and positioned them in the open area where they were standing. He gave Kwame a paint roller and asked him to climb the steps and imagine he was painting the ceiling. Now naked apart from his trainers, he climbed up and went through the motions. Harry and Ray watched as his big black cock flapped between his legs. Watching his boyfriend, Ray felt his cock go semi-hard.

"That's brilliant. You've obviously done decorating at home." Kwame nodded as he descended the steps. He and Ray had redecorated his mother's bedroom soon after his father's death and done the living room later. "Thank you, Kwame. What about you, Ray? Do you want to show us your prowess on the steps?"

Ray grinned and took the roller from Kwame. Having climbed the steps, he put on a show of waving the roller back and forth as if he were painting the ceiling, conscious of his big semi-hard cock waving around.

"You guys clearly enjoy showing off your naked bodies" Harry grinned.

"We do" Kwame replied as he slipped on his overalls. Ray joined them and slipped his on. As Harry had expected, both fitted perfectly. They returned to the office where both removed their overalls making sure that Harry had another good view of their naked bodies, before donning their clothes. With their overalls neatly folded up, they left to go home, leaving Harry happy. Beyond his wildest dreams, he'd employed two gorgeous gay guys who loved being naked. His mind went into overdrive as he thought how else he could use their services.

Kwame and Ray returned home feeling happy. They'd found a good job which provided good pay considering their lack of experience and would be working for a gay boss, who was also good-looking. Beka congratulated them on their success but wasn't told about the stripping off and showing all whilst pretending to paint a ceiling.

"We know he's gay" Ray commented when he and Kwame were in their bedroom, "but do you reckon he wants to have sex with us?"

Kwame chuckled. He too had wondered about that. "Would it bother you?"

Ray shrugged his shoulders not sure. "Probably not. He's a good-looking guy with a big cock by the look of the package he was showing."

"In that case, let's see what happens. I imagine it's good to keep the boss happy" he chuckled.

Desperate to show a good impression, they arrived at Harry's house the following morning well before the allotted time. Harry was well pleased and welcomed them into his office. He gave each of them their employment contract and asked them to read the document before signing. They did so and apart from minor queries which he answered, they signed them. Their overalls were sitting on the desk.

"I prefer to change into my overalls before driving to site. Your personal belongings are safer here, so I suggest you do the same" Harry grinned. They smiled, knowing why, so removed their shirt and trousers before donning their overalls. They'd decided to wear a jock strap, so Harry was deprived of seeing their totally naked bodies. Even so, he was pleased with what was on view. "Mm, nice. Gives me a good start to the day seeing your gorgeous bodies."

"We aim to please" Kwame grinned as he fastened his overalls.

"Okay, let's get to work."

The property they were to work on was a Victorian house which had undergone a complete refurbishment having been fitted with a new kitchen, bathroom, and ensuite in two of the bedrooms. Their job was to decorate every room in the colours decided by the new owner. The exterior decoration of the house had been undertaken by another contractor.

They commenced upstairs on one of the bedrooms. They worked well as a team and Harry found the lads were quick learners. He enjoyed watching them work and felt their butts whenever he had the chance. They'd each brought a flask of tea and sandwiches, and when they stopped for lunch, he suggested the lads unfasten their overalls and bare their torsos to cool off. Guessing the real reason was because he wanted to admire their bodies, they agreed and let their open overalls fall below the waist to expose more naked flesh and the top of their pubic hair.

Harry couldn't take his eyes off them whilst he ate his lunch and tried to think of ways, he could get them naked.

By the end of their working day, they'd sanded and prepared all surfaces in two rooms, filling holes and blemishes where necessary with filler. The painting would be undertaken the following day with water-based paint which dried quickly, so two coats would be completed within one day. By the end of the week they'd almost finished upstairs and would finish it on the Monday, so they could start on the downstairs. Because he preferred to work longer hours during the week, Harry seldom worked on a Saturday.

"I'm having three gay friends over tomorrow afternoon. Fancy joining us?" Harry casually asked when they arrived home and were changing out of their overalls which was a spectacle he always enjoyed. Kwame looked at Ray who nodded, so said they'd like to accept the invitation. "I should warn you, the alcohol flows at these gatherings, often becoming racy, so the guys stay overnight, but you're welcome to do the same if you don't want to travel home inebriated."

"Sounds perfect to me" Kwame grinned.

"Yeah. We love a good night out. Thanks" Ray added.

"In other words, it's an orgy" Ray chuckled as they made their way home.

"Sounds like it, so should be fun" Kwame giggled. All he now had to do was tell his mum, but generally she never minded, if she knew they were safe. When she heard it was their employer who'd invited them, she told them to enjoy themselves and stay over if it was safer to do so. Kwame had omitted to add that sex would likely take place and the alcohol would be flowing.

Harry had said the other three would be arriving at three on the Saturday afternoon, so Kwame and Ray arrived soon afterwards. Introductions were made as five guys admired one another and imagined what they'd like to do with them later. Ekon was a twenty-one-year-old Nigerian and very sexy. Fabian was nineteen and extremely attractive.

Tyler was eighteen and lived in Shoreditch with his boyfriend. He too had a beautiful body and was immediately attracted to the two new arrivals. Raymond, his twenty-five-year-old boyfriend, was unaware of Tyler's presence at the gathering and would not be pleased. He was possessive of Tyler and controlled him whenever he could. Tyler loved Raymond but hated his controlling behaviour. Fortunately, because Raymond was a salesman his job required him to frequently travel to Europe, so when he was away, Tyler made the most of his freedom and mixed with other guys. He'd met Harry when he'd redecorated the offices where Tyler worked, and they'd become friends. He'd then met Ekon and Fabian at one of Harry's sex parties. But he had to hide all trace of such activities, including communications, so operated a secret email account

As Harry had said, the alcohol flowed and despite the buffet he'd prepared which was soon devoured, things moved on from general chit chat to kissing and exploration of one another. Shirts were soon removed and not long afterwards, their trousers. It didn't take long for the final item to be removed and six naked bodies started rolling on the floor and over the furniture. Tyler's interest in Kwame and Ray became more intense and after yet more alcohol he asked them to fuck him. He'd always been a bottom despite enjoying fucking on occasions, but Raymond insisted on being the top.

He especially enjoyed the feel of Kwame's naked cock inside him whilst he sucked Ray's, who took over once Kwame had finished fucking. He was totally relaxed and enjoying himself. Not having Raymond controlling him felt wonderful but the excessive alcohol had helped. He then found himself being fucked by the other three, but it didn't bother him.

After more drinks, it was Ray's turn to offer his arse for five big cocks to fuck him. As Kwame watched his boyfriend taking each cock, he suddenly realised that they all had big cocks. Knowing his own and Ray's was eight inches long he estimated that each of the others were the same if not longer. Ray's big cock was one of the many things he liked about him.

The drinking and sex continued well into the early hours until all six were too drunk to fuck anymore. Harry left the lads to sort out their sleeping arrangements and went to bed. After tossing a coin, Kwame, Ray, and Tyler shared the double bed in the spare room leaving Ekon and Fabian to sleep on the floor with plenty of blankets and pillows.

When five semi-naked guys made their way into the kitchen just before midday, they found Harry busy preparing a meal. As they drank strong black coffee to clear their heads, they accepted his invitation to join him for a late afternoon lunch.

Three weeks after they'd completed the decoration of the refurbished house, Harry and his two assistants were invited to a house party by the new owner. He was delighted with the work done and wanted to show his appreciation.

"They'll be about a dozen of us in all" Lorenzo explained. One of the reasons why he'd chosen Harry to do the decoration was because he'd immediately recognised, he was gay. When he met Harry's gorgeous assistants during a site visit, he knew they too were gay.

"Lorenzo has invited you guys as well" Harry added as he told Kwame and Ray about the invitation. "It's a totally gay party and Lorenzo was wondering if you guys would be willing to put on a show for the other guests."

"What kind of show?" Ray asked.

"A strip show" Harry grinned.

"A full strip?" Kwame queried.

"Yep. The Full Monty. Let's face it, you guys have magnificent bodies as well as big cocks to flap around, so you'd be perfect. He's also willing to pay you an entertainment fee."

When the lads heard the amount the thirty-six-year-old Italian host was prepared to pay, they both immediately agreed. They'd met Lorenzo and liked him, and he was good-looking.

The party was the following Saturday, so Kwame and Ray worked out a routine, and what clothes to wear. Kwame had been to a male strip show, so had a rough idea for a routine. They also viewed the internet to get ideas.

"We need clothes that come off easily" Ray commented as they watched guys do their strip routine. They'd told Beka about the party invitation but not mentioned the strip act they'd be doing. Ray was handy with needle and thread, so made alterations to a cheap pair of trousers and shirt for each of them. They'd strip down to a G-string which could also be removed easily. With their clothes prepared, they rehearsed several times to `Grind on Me', the music they'd chosen, until they'd perfected their show.

The lads had been told to arrive at the party an hour after the other guests. They were met by Lorenzo and taken into a small room to wait for their cue to commence their act. Ten minutes later, they heard him announce his surprise and their music commence. They swaggered into the large living room in beat with the music with as much eroticism as they could. The guests roared their approval and formed a corridor for them to move to a vacant area at the other end of the room.

Once there, Kwame and Ray threw off their denim jackets in unison and tossed them to Harry who'd strategically positioned himself to one side. The guests had now realised what they were watching and cheered them on as they erotically unbuttoned their shirts before removing it to expose their sexy naked chests. After more erotic dancing to the music which involved rubbing their crotch, they kicked off their slip-on shoes and proceeded to unfasten their trousers. Emphasis was now on the bulge in their crotch and the guests urged them on. Facing their audience, they pulled off the garment with one pull which released the Velcro fasteners. They were now down to their final garment and the audience roared their approval as eyes zoned onto their G-strings.

The pair of them moved into the audience and rubbed their bulges against guests who took the advantage of placing hands on what they hoped to see next. They returned to their stage area and moved erotically to the music. They then turned their backs to those watching and with one pull removed their G-string. As they tossed those to Harry, they turned and shook their big cocks back and forth between their legs. The room erupted with roars of delight. Kwame and Ray then moved into the audience to allow guys to feel their cocks and their stark-naked bodies. The music stopped and the guests gave them a rapturous applause.

As agreed with Harry, the strippers remained naked and mingled with the guests. This encouraged several of them to remove their shirts and bare their chests. As they enjoyed the alcohol offered, they helped themselves to food from the buffet on a nearby table. An hour later, Harry suggested they leave, so they grabbed their clothes and got dressed. Lorenzo thanked them profusely for their Full Monty show and gave each of them their fee which was not insignificant.

"You guys were brilliant" Harry told them as they made their way home. "You should do more and make lots of money. There must be loads of events who'd pay you to perform." His comments made Kwame think. Perhaps they could and encourage other guys to join them.

Tyler became a close friend with Kwame and Ray. He regularly visited and Beka welcomed him which made him feel happy. When her two boys retired to their bedroom with him, she guessed what took place, but she wasn't bothered. On one occasion he stayed the night whilst Beka was away on holiday. They enjoyed hours of sex during which Tyler fucked his new friends and they fucked him. He kept telling himself that he loved Raymond so felt guilty, but Raymond was too possessive and controlling which spoilt the relationship and made him feel unhappy.

They continued to meet for sex whenever Raymond was away and during one of these occasions, Kwame asked Tyler if he'd be willing to be a stripper with him and Ray. The thought of exposing all in front of other guys turned him on, so he said he was interested. When Beka was out one day, they showed him their routine. He then joined in and loved being a stripper.

Over the next few months, they performed at several other private parties. Harry suggested they set up their own website to advertise their Full Monty service. Using a web design site, Tyler designed one for them. They were amazed at the number of bookings they received. Most were from gays, but some were from women who booked them for hen parties. Being not so keen on these, they increased their fee, but several bookings were agreed.

They especially liked the private gay parties where their performance was frequently for a guy who was celebrating a birthday. They'd often be asked by the organiser to involve the birthday boy in their act. Once down to their G-strings they'd move amongst the audience and rub their crotches against guys they fancied. When they reached the birthday boy, they'd lead him back to their stage area and commence stripping him. Depending on what they'd been told, they'd either strip him down to his underwear or remove that too. In some cases, they'd suck his cock until hard and on occasions fuck him as well.

Kwame and Ray were now well into their eighteenth year when Harry gave them details of an event where they could perform in public and do their strip act showing all. Kwame decided it was time to speak to his mum about their exploits rather than her find out through other channels.

"If it's what you want to do, then go for it. Let's face it, you are beautiful guys with plenty between your legs, so make use of it and earn good money." Kwame kissed her and thanked her for her acceptance of what they were. "Is that gorgeous Tyler going to join you?"

Kwame giggled and said he was, adding that he too had plenty between his legs. With her acceptance they told Harry their decision and he booked them onto the show. They invited Tyler over and asked if he'd be willing to join them in a public show. Without hesitation he agreed. The relationship with Raymond was declining by the minute.

"He seems to think he owns me" he groaned. "I'm not sure I can put up with his controlling behaviour much longer but at present I can't afford to leave him and move out." Fortunately, Raymond was away on business for several days when the Full Monty event was on.

During the week leading up to it they rehearsed as much as they could and perfected their routine. Ray had also made new outfits which were easier to pull off at the appropriate moment. With everything in place, the three of them made their way to the club where they met Harry. After being shown the stage on which they'd perform, they waited in a side room until they were called. They were feeling nervous and excited in equal amounts. The thought of doing a full strip in front of an audience of some two hundred guys was exciting as well as nerve racking.

They were eventually called and made their way to the side of the stage whilst the compere announced them. Their music started and they pranced confidently onto the stage. The roar from the crowd was deafening as they commenced their routine. As each item of clothing was removed, the level of excitement increased. They'd been told to avoid any obvious sexual content or physically engage with members of the audience because it would be in breach of the premise's licence. Even so, they made each move as erotic as they could which increased the roars of approval from the audience.

When the G-strings were removed and the three of them turned round to show off their big tools flapping between their legs, the crowd roared with excitement. Having taken their bow, they walked off stage showing all, leaving a stagehand to collect their discarded clothes.

"Fucking brilliant, guys. I can offer you more slots if you're interested."

The three guys said they were and agreed several dates over the next two months. The manager added that if they could find two others to join them, he'd be willing to increase the fee. They therefore decided to invite Ekon and Fabian to join them to make the show more interesting. Both jumped at the offer, so they rehearsed at Ekon's flat to perfect a routine involving the five of them.

After more successful shows, the manager offered them a monthly booking, so they perfected more routines to avoid repetition, although the punters were only really interested in seeing five stark-naked guys showing off their cocks.

Soon after their nineteenth birthday, Harry sat Kwame and Ray down in his office to discuss a proposal.

"I've decided I've had enough of decorating, so I'm selling the business. Since you guys have been part of it, the level of business has increased four-fold. I'm taking on premises in Whitechapel that used to be a nightclub but closed a year ago. It's going cheap and needs refurbishment but once done I'm opening a gay club. So, you guys have a choice. You can either remain working for the new owner of the decorating business or you can join me in my new venture and put on regular Full Monty shows. I'm also going to hire the club out for private events where you can do more than strip shows if you get my drift."

"You mean sex" Kwame grinned.

"Yep, you've got it. Lots of money in that business and plenty of wealthy guys willing to pay for personalised shows. It would mean giving up your current club, but I've heard on the grapevine that the owner has money problems. His rent is going up and the premises need upgrading. We'd be partners in the new venture with me on sixty percent and you guys sharing forty percent. What do you think?"

"Could we continue the private work we do?" Ray asked. Harry agreed provided it fitted in with their commitment with his club. Kwame said he was interested, and Ray agreed he was too. Neither saw decorating as their future career and they enjoyed the strip shows.

"Excellent. I'll take you to visit the premises tomorrow. I've also got another suggestion for you. How would you like to leave home and have a place of your own? With the decorating business gone, I'll continue living upstairs but I'm going to convert the downstairs into a one-bed flat which can be yours if you're interested. We can agree a reasonable rent."

Kwame and Ray gasped. They'd thought about moving out of home for some time. They also knew that Tyler was desperate to leave Raymond but had nowhere to go. Harry spread out the plan he'd drawn up which showed the office and kitchen area being knocked into an open plan living area and the store area being made into a reasonable sized bedroom with the current shower and toilet being made into an ensuite off the bedroom. Both flats would have its own entrance door off a small lobby area accessed via the current front door. Having discussed the potential money, they'd make from the new club, they jumped at the offer.

They almost danced home and when they arrived, Kwame told his mum all about it. She was happy for them and said they should go for it after they'd seen the premises which wasn't that far away from where they lived. As much as she'd miss her son and Ray, she also encouraged them to accept Harry's offer of the flat.

"It's time you fled the nest and had the freedom to do what you want at home" she laughed and gave each of them a big hug.

The following morning, Harry took them to see the premises he'd organised. It was a basement property beneath a two-story office block which from the outside looked well kept. It was accessed via a ground floor entrance where security and a ticket office would be situated. This too was in good condition so didn't need redecoration but once you accessed the main club area downstairs there was a stark difference. Harry pointed out that all it needed was a repaint and since they were decorators that was not a problem and could be done within a couple of weeks. An office, changing area for artists and toilet area also needed redecoration but could easily be done.

The club was not large but adequate for what they needed, and at one end there was a raised area where the strippers would perform. At the back of the club was a bar. Having agreed it was perfect for what they needed, Kwame and Ray left Harry to sort out the paperwork for the club and the sale of the decorating business. Everyone was excited about their new venture and wanted it to happen as soon as possible.

Kwame emailed Tyler and asked when they could meet up to talk about something important. Within minutes he was on the phone. Raymond had left that morning for another trip to Europe and would be away for five days, so they invited him over that evening and to stay the night.

"Fucking brilliant" Tyler exclaimed when he heard about the new venture. He'd been wondering all day what it was Kwame wanted to talk about and was now jumping up and down with excitement. When he heard about the invitation to live with the other two, he hugged them and cried. "I dread to think how Raymond will react when he finds out I'm leaving him."

"Can he become violent towards you" Beka asked, happy to see the young lad so excited. Tyler nodded as he remembered the last time Raymond had been angry with him and felt tears form in his eyes. "In that case we need to get you away before he returns from Europe" she said. "You can leave him a note and disappear."

"Knowing him he will visit the company where I work and see me there. I have to give them a month's notice."

Beka took him into her arms and hugged him. "Tomorrow morning I will accompany you to work and we'll tell your boss that you have to leave immediately." Tyler agreed, not sure how she was going to persuade his manager to waive his notice period, but he trusted Beka who was like a mother to him. After a wonderful meal together, he accompanied his two friends in bed, and they hugged one another whilst fondling cocks. Harry also called Kwame that evening to say the paperwork had been signed and everything was in place.

The following morning Kwame and Ray went to help Harry sort out equipment that was being passed to the new owner of the decorating business and begin the process of changing the ground floor into a flat. Beka, in the meantime, accompanied Tyler to his place of work.

"I'm Tyler's support worker helping him to get away from his boyfriend who is mentally and physically abusing him. Because he's in danger of violence when the boyfriend finds out, he needs to leave immediately whilst he's away on business. As there is a risk of the boyfriend coming here, it is essential that Tyler terminates his employment with immediate effect. I trust you can waive his normal period of notice."

The manager was shocked to hear the news about Tyler's boyfriend. She too had experienced domestic abuse, so knew what it was like. "I'm so sorry, Tyler. You've always been a good worker and you will be missed but I fully understand why you need to leave. I'll deal with HR and tell them you have a family emergency and must leave immediately and instruct them to pay you the three weeks outstanding leave you're owed. If your boyfriend comes to the company, I'll deal with him and tell him you've left and don't know where you've gone."

Tyler thanked his manager and made a hasty exit with Beka. "That went well" she chuckled as they made their way out of the building. Tyler thanked her for how she'd handled it. "You're welcome. You're one of my boys now and I always look after my family." They made their way to Raymond's flat and packed his clothes into a large holdall they'd brought with them. Tyler had already written a note to Raymond to say "I've left. I can't live with your abusive and controlling behaviour towards me any longer. Don't attempt to contact me."

He'd already cut his phone SIM card in half so that number wasn't active, but he needed to purchase another Pay-As-You-Go card for his mobile phone which they did on the way home. He also deleted the email account that Raymond knew and moved over to his secret one. Beka had suggested that he also change his appearance by having his hair in a different style. He'd always had his hair long because Raymond insisted but as he set off for the nearest barber, he decided what he wanted. Once done, he went clothes shopping and purchased clothes that he liked rather than what Raymond had always insisted he wear. Now showing off his new look, he visited what was to be his new home to help his friends. They loved his new clothes and his new hairstyle, which included a shaved head except for the centre which was cut short.

"You look brilliant" Kwame exclaimed as he gave Tyler a big kiss. "You now look more like a male stripper. If Raymond met you in the street, he'd never recognise you."

For once in his life, Tyler felt ecstatic and free of the restraints he'd been under. He also had a hard-on but that would have to wait until later because there was lots of work to get done to make their new home inhabitable.

Over the next two weeks they worked as many hours as they could to get the club ready for opening. A discreet sign had been fitted outside that simply said, `FM Club'. Harry had also asked a mate of his who was a professional web designer to produce one for the club. This had now been active for a week and advertised that it would be open to the public every Thursday, Friday, and Saturday night and on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Sunday for private parties. It also advertised Full Monty strip shows with photos of the strippers. Ekon and Fabian had also agreed to join them at the new club having heard that the previous club was about to close.

They also advertised on the site for other strippers to join their team. Ten guys applied, so Kwame and Ray had the job of interviewing them. The first four had no personality and were clearly not suitable, so they were struck off. The next two were better, so Ray asked them to strip. They did but both had small cocks, so they too were no goes. Zane was next and as soon as he walked in, Kwame knew he'd be perfect. He was a twenty-year-old African American and had the body he'd always dreamt about. He was beautiful and when he stripped his ripped muscles shone. His big cock, which Ray measured, exceeded the eight-inch minimum length. They invited him to join the troupe and he accepted.

Number eight was Ben. He was Australian and twenty-one. He was big and had a gorgeous body with a thick eight-inch cock, which Ray and Kwame imagined inside them. Number nine was Shane. He was eighteen, very cute and very camp. Ray and Kwame loved him. When asked if he could strip for them he jumped up and performed wonderfully. His cock was fractionally under the eight-inch requirement, but Kwame loved him. He slipped a note to Ray and he nodded his agreement.

"You've got a beautiful body, Shane and we'd love you to join us, but in a slightly different capacity. You'd be perfect for the private shows we have in mind but for the public events, we'd like to employ you as our front of house ticket clerk. How about it?"

"I'd love to" he exclaimed. "To be honest, I think I'm more suited to private shows than public."

"That's settled. When can you start?"

"Monday?"

"Excellent. The club opens the following week, so next week you can help us finish getting the club ready and join a rehearsal for our first private show that's booked for the opening night."

Shane jumped up and kissed them. He was so happy. The final guy was a disaster, so was a no go. They also needed a security guy and someone to manage the bar. As usual, Harry knew people he could contact and invite them to join the new venture. Bob was thirty-two, gay and an experienced security guy. Ted was a bar manager who was out of work because the club he'd been working at had closed down. He was also gay and thirty-three, so jumped at the offer. It was agreed that when strippers weren't stripping, they'd work in pairs to help behind the bar. To make it more interesting for the clubbers, they'd only wear trainers, and a G-string.

Finally, the premises were ready to open having been redecorated and new lighting equipment installed. The ground floor flat beneath Harry's was also well on the way having spent evenings and weekends working on it.

News about the new club had spread amongst the LGBT community, so they looked forward to a successful opening night for the public on the Thursday. But first, they had a private booking at which to perform. It had been booked by one of Harry's many contacts. Matt was thirty-four and had a preference for young guys. He picked them up off the street which was how he'd found Shaun. It was his eighteenth birthday and Matt wanted to give him a treat. Having made lots of money on the black market, Matt loved treating his lads to some fun, especially if it involved sex.

They arrived at Matt's large house in Chelsea and were admitted by a good-looking guy who provided every service that Matt needed. To the outsider, Matt was a most respectable resident, but they had no idea how he got his money. They were taken into Matt's study and found him sitting behind a very expensive leather-topped desk.

"Hi, guys. I understand from Harry that you're the best when it comes to stripping."

"We reckon we are" Kwame grinned.

"Okay. Show me, before I book your new club for an event to celebrate by boy's birthday party. He slapped a fifty quid note on the desk and told them to strip, so they did as he sat back and enjoyed the show. He loved having young guys around him and loved fucking them. He'd found Shaun wandering the streets of Soho totally homeless. His religious father had thrown him out of the house when he found out that his only son was gay. All Shaun had, were the clothes on his back and he was at the lowest point he'd ever known.

Kwame, Ray, and Tyler performed their usual strip routine as Matt watched on, stroking the bulge inside his jeans as he did so. When they stood stark naked in front of him, he congratulated them on their performance.

"You're good but I wonder what you're like to fuck" he grinned and placed another fifty quid note on the desk.

"Be our guest" Kwame grinned and bent over the desk to offer himself.

"Suck his cock whilst I fuck you" Matt said, indicating Tyler. Kwame indicated for him to sit on the desk so he could suck his cock whilst Matt fucked him. "Nice arse" Matt commented as he pulled it wide open and spat onto it to give sufficient spit to act as lubricant. Within seconds, Kwame had Matt's naked cock up his arse. "Yeah, very nice" Matt groaned as he fucked. As he did so, he took hold of Kwame's nipples and pinched them until they were standing out proud. Kwame loved his nipples being tweaked and with a cock inside his arse, he was in heaven.

"Change over" Matt instructed and indicated for Ray to sit on the desk so Tyler could suck his cock and he could fuck Tyler's arse. Tyler winced as the cock thrust its way into his tight arse but once inside, enjoyed it.

After a few minutes, he instructed Kwame to sit on the desk and Ray to suck his cock whilst he fucked Ray's arse. Kwame watched Matt's medium sized cock penetrate his boyfriend's arse and proceed to fuck him as his lover's hot lips surrounded his cock. Matt enjoyed fucking Ray and thrust deep inside with each thrust.

"Ah, fuck" he gasped a few moments later as his ribbons of hot creamy cum filled Ray's arse. Once spent, he slipped his cock back into his jeans and sat behind his desk as he pushed the two fifty-pound notes towards Kwame. He then told them what he wanted for Shaun's birthday event at the club.

Although it was a private event, Bob offered to be present, mainly because he loved watching young naked guys have fun. When Matt and arrived with Shaun plus the ten other guests, all of whom were no older than Shaun and probably younger, Bob locked the front door to indicate the club was closed.

Matt had paid for an open bar, so Shane offered to run it as Ted wasn't on duty. When the guests were suitably inebriated, Harry indicated for Kwame, Ray, and Tyler to perform their full strip. The party guests immediately stood in front of the stage area, now excited having not watched a live strip act before. Matt had already suggested they remove their shirts, so Shaun and his ten semi-naked friends stood in front of the performers.

The young lads were enthralled as they watched the three guys slowly strip naked. When they saw the size of their cocks hanging between their legs, they gasped. The strippers then moved amongst the guests and rubbed their cocks up against them. When Kwame reached Shaun, he took him to the front and proceeded to strip him naked. The other lads gasped and began feeling their own erections. Matt suggested they too remove their clothes, so they did so.

Once Shaun was stark naked, he was placed on his hands and knees on a raised bench. Kwame indicated to the nearest lad to come forward and offer his cock to Shaun who immediately took it into his mouth. He then felt Kwame's big black tool penetrate him and gasped with a mouthful of cock. Matt had told him to fuck until he'd shot his load inside the young lad's arse, so that's what he did. Ray then took over and did the same, followed by Tyler.

Matt then encouraged the fourteen stark naked guys to enjoy themselves, so for the rest of the party, they fucked one another and enjoyed the strippers fuck them. Matt was well pleased with the way things had gone and gave Kwame another fifty pounds on top of the standard fee.

The public opening on the Thursday was better than expected. There was a steady stream of punters arriving during the first hour to see the strippers. When the five walked confidently on stage, there was a roar of applause. As each item of clothing was removed, the roar became louder. Once down to their G-strings, Kwame moved into the audience and rubbed himself up against willing guys. He took Tyler to the padded bench where he went on all fours to offer his arse. Kwame invited Shane forward and told him to stick his cock into Tyler's mouth. He immediately commenced sucking making it grow hard whilst Kwame fucked Tyler as the others looked on. Several commented on his big cock and how they'd like to feel it inside them.

"It's all yours when you're ready" he grinned.

After a few minutes, he stopped fucking, not wanting to shoot his load just yet. He then invited Shane to change places with Tyler. He immediately agreed and within seconds Kwame had his cock deep inside the eighteen-year-old. Matt moved forward and captured the fuck on his phone. He told Kwame to keep fucking until he'd shot his load, but he wanted to see him shooting first. When he felt his climax rising, he pulled out, shot the first ribbon over Shaun's hole before plunging back in to deposit the rest. Matt was pleased as he captured the first ribbon of cum shooting out.

During the rest of the party, the guests fucked one another and had a great time. Kwame noticed Harry and Matt disappearing into the office and guessed what they were doing.

The public and private events were extremely successful, and all the participants made lots of money. During public events, guys became more confident and frequently exposed themselves, and on occasions even stripped naked. Public sex was forbidden under the club's licence but what happened in the toilets was out of management's control. The club soon became known as a lax place to go, so Harry applied for a public sex licence. To his surprise it was granted, so they made rooms which guys could hire where they could have sex with others. They became very popular and were fully booked during each public club night.

Kwame and his band became very popular and were invited to other private parties but there was one event which he always remembered. Ying was a forty-two-year-old Chinese gay guy who was extremely wealthy. He owned a castle in Kent which in its past had belonged to the aristocracy closely linked to royalty, but like most upper-class families, they'd run out of money, so were forced to sell to the nouveau rich. Ying had a penchant for young lads, most of whom were sixteen. Having heard of the services offered by Kwame and his colleagues, he hired them for Chan's birthday event. Money was no object, so he invited them for a whole day. He'd discussed with Kwame what he had in mind and he was happy to oblige.

Whatever the client wanted, he got, irrespective what it involved but the more extreme, cost more. In this case, money was not limited, so he quoted his top rate which Ying immediately accepted. Ying had made his money in electronics in China but despite some changes to LGBT legislation within his country of birth, he was not accepted as a gay man. He therefore moved to England to enjoy his penchant for young boys.

Whenever he was looking for more boys, he'd wander around Soho and see who he could find. There was always a young lad wandering the streets because they'd been made homeless due to their sexuality. He'd offer them a new home and a new life which they always jumped at. He'd buy new clothes for them and make them feel special, even though when they arrived at the castle they'd find other boys of a similar age. Once they were too old for his pleasures, he'd help them to move on.

Chan was one of his recent arrivals. He'd been fifteen when he found him destitute in a backstreet of Soho. He'd now reached sixteen and Ying wanted to give him a special birthday event.

Kwame, Ray, and Tyler were collected from their flat in Whitechapel and driven to Kent in Ying's limousine. The chauffeur, who was also gay, opened the rear door for them to climb in and found Ying sitting there. As the chauffeur drove off, they made their introductions.

"I'd like you to wear these, so remove your clothes" Ying smiled as he held up three pairs of boxer shorts. Realising the windows were tinted, so nobody could see in, the three stripped off. Once naked, he held onto the boxer shorts wanting to admire their nakedness. "You're so beautiful" he muttered and reached out to feel Kwame's cock before feeling the others. As usual, they reacted, and he was soon holding semi-erect organs. "Let me enjoy your gorgeous bodies for a while before I give you these."

"You're the client, so whatever you want" Kwame smiled.

"I can see we're going to get on well" Ying chuckled and bent forward to lick Ray's nipples which always turned him on. He soon had a full erection which Ying gently massaged. He was wearing a traditional long cotton gown but had nothing on underneath. He pressed a button on the armrest and the back seat went flat. Having pulled up his gown, he exposed his stiff cock. "Come here young man and sit on my cock" he told Tyler who then glanced at Kwame. He nodded his approval. No mention had been made of having sex with Ying inside his car, but they were being paid a high fee for this event, so throwing in a few extras wasn't a problem.

Tyler knelt across Ying's naked legs and let him guide the erect cock, which he'd now lubricated, into Tyler's tight arse. The cock wasn't that large, and he'd taken bigger, so it slipped in with ease. He then rode it watching Ying's face to see the pleasure he was giving him.

After a few minutes, he told Tyler to get off and for Ray to take his place. Sitting to one side, Kwame watched the stiff cock slowly penetrate his boyfriend's arse. After Ray had ridden it for a while, Kwame was asked to ride it. This time, he did so until Ying had reached his climax and ejaculated his load. All the while, the chauffeur was viewing the action in the rear mirror and smiling. He was also gently massaging his own cock inside his uniform.

Once satisfied, Ying covered himself, raised the seat and handed out the tight-fitting boxer shorts. Within an hour they arrived at the entrance to his estate. The car stopped outside the large front door and the chauffeur rushed out to open the rear car door. Ying exited first, telling the others to leave their clothes behind since the chauffeur would bring them into the house. The front door was opened by a young lad who was only wearing a pair of tight-fitting boxer shorts similar to those now being worn by the visitors.

Ying waved him aside and swept the three of them in. "Tell Chan and the other boys to gather in the main hall immediately", Ying told the lad. "Yes, sir" he replied and ran off.

"How many boys are there?" Kwame asked.

"Ten. Whilst they're here they are my staff. Saves me employing any" he grinned and marched off into the main hall. The others followed and gasped when they saw it. Its grandeur was like nothing they'd seen. If you closed your eyes you could imagine courtiers sitting in state and barking orders to the servants.

A few moments later, ten lads between fifteen and eighteen appeared. All we're wearing the same style of tight-fitting shorts with nothing else. Ying introduced them by name, but it was impossible to remember them. The only one which did stick was Chan who'd been introduced last.

"Step forward, boy" Ying commanded. "These young men are you're birthday surprise." A nervous looking Chan moved up to them. Kwame smiled at him which caused him to relax. His hair had been cut short like the others and his skin was smooth. "Which of these beautiful guys would you like first?" Chan frowned and then looked at the three standing in front of him. He chose Kwame because he'd smiled. "Good choice" Ying chuckled. "The rest of you remove your shorts and gather round."

The other nine did as instructed and slipped off their shorts. Ray and Tyler did likewise, and gasps echoed round the group as they saw their big cocks. Kwame moved up to Chan, turned him around and cupped Chan's crotch. He felt the organ inside react, so he massaged it through the thin material of his shorts. His own cock was rising, and he pressed that hard against Chan's butt. A naked Ray moved up behind him, slipped Kwame's shorts down his legs and removed them. As the lads saw the big black cock, their mouths opened. They'd never seen such a big cock before.

Tyler moved in front of Chan and pulled his shorts down his legs before removing them. His short stiff cock stuck out. Kwame led him to the upholstered bench he'd requested and carefully placed him on his hand and knees. Ray stood at the end facing him and offered his cock to suck. Chan took it and commenced sucking as he felt a lubricated finger penetrate his arse. As he sucked Ray's big cock, he felt the probing finger being replaced by a big black cock. He gasped with a mouthful of cock as it filled his arse. He'd never been fucked by such a large cock before.

"Just relax" Kwame whispered. Chan was conscious of the other nine lads surrounding them and Ying's eyes watching everything. He closed his eyes and tried to enjoy the big cock up his arse and the big cock in his mouth.

Several minutes later, Ying held up his hand. Kwame and Ray stopped, and Ray took his boyfriend's place as Tyler took his. Chan then endured another big cock entering his arse and Tyler's into his mouth. This continued for another few minutes until Ying held up his hand for the next changeover. Tyler then fucked whilst Chan sucked Kwame's cock. This time, Ying let the fuck continue until Tyler had shot his load into the birthday boy. Ray then took over and eventually deposited his before Kwame did the same.

The other nine were then instructed to fuck Chan's arse until each of them had shot their load. He was used to this because Ying frequently had them perform in front of him to enjoy a live sex show. When all nine had deposited their load, they stepped back as instructed and watched Ying remove his gown and proceed to fuck Chan.

"Some birthday present" Ray whispered to Kwame as they watched the spectacle.

"I get the feeling this whole thing is to satisfy Ying's lust and Chan's birthday is the excuse but that's what we were instructed to do and paid for" he whispered in reply.

Ying took longer to reach his climax and by the time he did, his cock was slamming in and out of the young boy's arse. Having done so, he pulled out and slapped the bare arse he'd just fucked before telling Chan to stand up. "Happy birthday. Now let's eat. I trust lunch is ready" he asked two lads standing nearby.

"In five minutes, sir" they replied and ran off. He instructed two others to help them and serve it when ready. He led the remainder out of the main hall into an equally impressive dining room that contained a long table draped in a pure white starched cloth with the best silver and glassware that money could buy. Ying sat at one end and indicated to Kwame to sit at the other end. Tyler was sat on the side to the left of Ying and Ray to his right.

A few minutes later a naked lad appeared pushing a serving trolley with numerous dishes. As he dished out items onto the pure white China plates, the other three served. Once done, the four took their places at the table and the eating began. As they did so, Kwame questioned the lads either side of him how long they'd lived with Ying and where they'd come from. The common denominator was that they'd been found homeless in Soho by their master who'd offered them utopia.

"And how do you find living here?" he asked. The three who'd responded to his questions looked at each another before one answered for them.

"Provided you do what he demands, and you enjoy sex, life can be good. Personally, I can't wait until I'm free to leave. I'll be eighteen in two months, so will leave whether or not I have a job."

"To be fair, he has helped most who leave find work and accommodation" one of the other responded.

"Provided you put up with him visiting you regularly for the next year, so he can fuck you" the first one added.

Kwame nodded. It was clear that Ying had tight control over them even after they'd left. He whispered to the older lad and asked if he could remember a phone number. He nodded, so Kwame gave him his and told him to call him once he was free. "I'll help you find work and a place to live without any conditions" he added.

After the meal had ended, Ying instructed four other lads to clear away the dishes and join them in the living room when done. He then led the remainder into the luxurious lounge which contained several sofas for the lads to sit on and a large armchair for himself.

"When the others have completed their chores, we'll go for a swim" he announced. For the benefit of the guests, he explained there was a lake within the grounds that was fed by a hot spring, so was perfect for swimming in. "When we return, we'll enjoy Chan's birthday cake" he added. Kwame noticed several lads giggle at this remark, but they made no comment.

Twenty-minutes later, the four lads appeared having cleared the table and washed what dishes didn't go into the large dishwasher. Before they sat down, Ying stood, marched out of the double doors leading into the garden which seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. Wearing his cream coloured gown with nothing beneath, Ying took the lead and walked barefoot down the mown lawn. Even the garden and surrounding grounds were tended by his boys under his supervision. The ten lads plus Kwame, Ray, and Tyler followed in their state of nudity and without shoes.

"How far do we have to go?" Tyler whispered, not used to marching off stark naked into the unknown.

"About half a mile" one of the lads grinned. "You get used to walking and working naked in this place. You never meet anyone apart from Joe, the chauffeur, and he often does the same.

"Does he join in with the sex?" Tyler whispered.

"Oh, yeah. He loves fucking us lot. He's got a big cock but not as big as you guys."

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the lake. The boys rushed in and were soon swimming in the nude. Kwame and Ray followed with Tyler behind them. Having enjoyed the sea of nakedness disappear into the water, Ying took his time to discard his gown and sedately plunged in. The three guests enjoyed the semi-warm water and the freedom to swim naked. Occasionally they'd feel someone's hand hold their flapping cock, but it didn't bother them. It was clear that this was recreation for the boys, and they made good use of it.

After half-an-hour, Ying called for them to get out and make their way home. No towels had been taken but by the time they'd walked back, their bodies were dry. Ying led them into the dining room again where the table was now clear apart from the white linen cloth.

He instructed Kwame and his team to line up in front of the table before asking Chan, "Who would you like to be your birthday cake?"

Wondering what the hell Ying meant, the three looked at Chan. He pointed to Kwame who was then told to lay flat on his back in the centre of the table. Four boys immediately jumped forward and strapped his wrists and ankles to the table using leather straps with rope attached. Ray and Tyler looked at him wondering what was happening and thankful they'd not been chosen. Ray decided that until his boyfriend was in danger of being hurt, he'd wait and watch.

Whilst Kwame was being tied down with arms and legs wide apart, another naked lad appeared pushing the serving trolley with several large tubs of thick whipped cream of different flavours. Four other boys picked up the tubs plus spoons and took positions either side of the now prostrate black body. A fifth boy fitted a cock strap around the base of Kwame's big bollocks to make the cock stand erect. Within seconds, his cock was stiff, and the boy spooned thick whipped cream in layers around it until just the black head was exposed. On the top of this he placed a dollop of strawberry cream and topped it with a cherry. Meanwhile, the other lads were covering Kwame's arms, legs, and face with different flavours of whipped cream. All that remained uncovered was his black Afro styled hair. Ying then stepped forward and piped "Happy sixteenth birthday, Chan" on the small area of Kwame's chest that had been left bare.

As Ray and Tyler looked at their mate now smothered from head to toe in thick whipped cream, they wondered what would happen next. Ying invited Chan to enjoy his human birthday cake. He commenced by eating the cherry off the top of the protruding cock and then licked the cream off around the entire shaft. The black erection now stood proud of the remaining coating and Kwame had a good idea what was going to happen next.

A naked Chan climbed onto the table and mounted Kwame's body. He first laid along its length and rubbed his now erect cock against his chosen body. He then hovered over Kwame's stiff cock and slowly sank down letting it penetrate his arse using the cream as a lubricant. He continued to fuck himself on it until Kwame's face indicated that he'd shot his load. He then laid over his chest keeping the big hard cock inside his arse. He licked the cream off Kwame's face and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you" he whispered before getting off.

Ying then indicated for each of the other boys to fuck themselves on Kwame's cock. Several received more ribbons of cum as a reward since Kwame was renowned for his multiple climaxes. Whilst one fucked, others licked the whipped cream off his arms and legs. After a quick rub down with towels that appeared from nowhere, the boys took Kwame to have a shower.

Clean again, they gathered naked in the hallway to thank Kwame and his mates for a wonderful day.

"Right, let's get you home" Ying announced. "Your clothes are in the car." Still naked, the three followed him to the limousine where Joe was patiently waiting by an open car door. Ying climbed in first and the other three followed. As they did so, each felt a hand gently rub their naked buttocks.

As Joe drove down the drive, Ying pressed his magic button to recline his seat and removed his gown. He indicated for Tyler to sit on his stiff cock which he'd lubricated. "Ride that cock until you've taken my load and spilled your own over me" he instructed him. Tyler set to work and within fifteen minutes had shot his load and received Ying's inside his arse.

"Now you" he told Ray. "Keep riding it until I've climaxed again, and you've spilled your cum over me."

It took twenty minutes this time for Ying to climax, so Ray timed the pace of his own massage to shoot together. Kwame was then told to repeat the process and within another twenty minutes he too had been filled with another load of Ying's cum and spilled ribbons of his own seed over the cum smothered chest.

"Lick it off, boy and clean me up with the tissues" Ying instructed Tyler who immediately obeyed.

They were now entering Wapping, so Ying told them to get dressed. Once parked outside their house, Joe jumped out to open the rear door. As the three climbed out, he smiled at them. "You guys did good" he whispered to Kwame as he slipped him another hundred pounds as a bonus on top of the prepaid fee.

"Fuck, that was some crazy day" Tyler exclaimed once inside their flat. The others agreed. It was certainly different to their normal Full Monty performance.

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