
Description: As doubtful as I was about the choice of Apolo Adrii to run the French Connection, he’s proved me wrong. Sure, he’s a good businessman, but running a nightclub requires a lot more than a good mind for euros. It turns out he’s quite charismatic when he wants to work a room, and he has the social connections to bring in all the right kinds of people. He knows what they want, as well, and has made some good suggestions. We’ve been open for three months and had a meeting to look over the books. I already knew we had something to celebrate, though, so I told Occitan to come over after we were done. Our profits have exceeded everyone’s expectations and I figured Apolo and I deserved a reward, maybe some bonding time as well. There is nothing like sharing a fuckboy to bring two men closer. Occitan is coming along quite well. His ability to deep throat thick cocks has improved considerably. Of course, I make sure he gets plenty of practice on mine. I’ve gotten him cast in his first porn movie… Caged. A young twunk finds himself thrown in prison. I rounded up some real ex-cons to gang bang him. They aren’t very good at learning lines, but they know what to do. Just put them in a cell, turn the camera on, and let them improvise. Hugo is our clean cut boy-next-door Twink of the Year, but I’ve got something darker in mind for Occitan, and I’ve discovered he has a raunchy side you might not expect. We’ll premier the movie in the VIP Lounge, and arrange for a EuroGay Porn Video of the Year award to give Occitan a boost into porn stardom. I’m good to my boys. Yesterday afternoon he had two horny men with hard cocks to service. We got Occitan stripped down right away and on his knees, taking turns deep throating us. I let Guillaume stay around to watch, but this was strictly between me, Apolo, and our fuckboy. We took turns holding his head while the other fucked his throat. He was drooling and choking, getting red in the face, but he didn’t try to say, “stop.” He's learning really well. The guys in the movie taught him what endurance is. Even a good blowjob only goes so far, though, and his ass is too good to pass up. We got him up on the back of the sofa, which just happens to be perfect height and about as thick as a fuck bench. That was no accident when I bought it. We started to spit-roast him, occasionally letting him jack us to give his stretched out throat a break. In the end, we were taking turns, long dicking him with alternating strokes. It was an unspoken thing to get him on his knees before either of us fucked a load in him. With him kneeling there mouth open, tongue out, we jacked our selves over the edge, with our eyes locked together, two pervy alpha studs using a fuckboy like he should be used.