Life took an unexpected turn when my friend Andrew and I, Noah White, decided to leave home. Andrew, the son of a prominent Senator, yearned for a life beyond the constant scrutiny and security. Though my upbringing was less high-profile, it was equally sheltered, complete with nannies, governesses, and even a security guard. Our lives were meticulously planned, lacking the freedom and adventure we craved.
Our escape was made possible by a strange twist of fate. An underground organization sent Andrew’s father a peculiar gift—a young man. This revelation about Mr. Connor’s secret life provided Andrew with leverage, leading us to contact the organization. Our initiation was intense; we were interviewed and tested in ways that blurred the lines of consent. It was thrilling yet unsettling, a stark introduction to a world far removed from our sheltered existence.
We were moved into a dormitory with other young escorts, each with their own stories and languages. Our days were filled with mysterious “errands,” the nature of which we were forbidden to discuss. Yesterday, I was tasked with delivering a package to Father Nico Zetta. Expecting a typical priest, I was taken aback by his striking appearance—dark beard, captivating lips, and an air of gentleness that belied his authority.
What transpired between us was unexpected and intense. Father Zetta’s desire was palpable, his touch both gentle and commanding. He guided me, his hands exploring my body as I took him in, the pain giving way to a profound connection. The experience was surreal, a mix of the sacred and profane, as he wore his cross throughout.
As I rode him, the sensation was overwhelming, a blend of pleasure and a deep longing for more. I wanted to feel his release, to know that I had satisfied him completely, yet I dreaded the moment it would end. Our encounter left me with a complex mix of emotions, a stark contrast to the clinical interactions with the organization.
Stag Homme
THE AMERICANS Vol. 1 – Next Steps
Life took an unexpected turn when my friend Andrew and I, Noah White, decided to leave home. Andrew, the son of a prominent Senator, yearned for a life beyond the constant scrutiny and security. Though my upbringing was less high-profile, it was equally sheltered, complete with nannies, governesses, and even a security guard. Our lives were meticulously planned, lacking the freedom and adventure we craved.
Our escape was made possible by a strange twist of fate. An underground organization sent Andrew’s father a peculiar gift—a young man. This revelation about Mr. Connor’s secret life provided Andrew with leverage, leading us to contact the organization. Our initiation was intense; we were interviewed and tested in ways that blurred the lines of consent. It was thrilling yet unsettling, a stark introduction to a world far removed from our sheltered existence.
We were moved into a dormitory with other young escorts, each with their own stories and languages. Our days were filled with mysterious “errands,” the nature of which we were forbidden to discuss. Yesterday, I was tasked with delivering a package to Father Nico Zetta. Expecting a typical priest, I was taken aback by his striking appearance—dark beard, captivating lips, and an air of gentleness that belied his authority.
What transpired between us was unexpected and intense. Father Zetta’s desire was palpable, his touch both gentle and commanding. He guided me, his hands exploring my body as I took him in, the pain giving way to a profound connection. The experience was surreal, a mix of the sacred and profane, as he wore his cross throughout.
As I rode him, the sensation was overwhelming, a blend of pleasure and a deep longing for more. I wanted to feel his release, to know that I had satisfied him completely, yet I dreaded the moment it would end. Our encounter left me with a complex mix of emotions, a stark contrast to the clinical interactions with the organization.