Chapter One: "Checking Out the Merchandise"

It took a while, but Claudio Castagnoli had finally settled into his new apartment here in Manhattan, and now he was sitting in his kitchen, looking through the paper while eating some buttered toast, and drinking some nicely grounded coffee. He'd moved here from his home country of Switzerland, to get away from the life he was so used to, and start living his own. He didn't know what he was going to do yet, but he'll found out soon enough.

After what felt like he wasn't going to find anything that was worthwhile, he found something that caught his attention. It surely wasn't the best job in the world, but by the looks of it, it paid considerably well, and you didn't need to have any qualifications or the like to apply.

Sounds too good to be true, but what can you do? Claudio mulled in his head, picking up a black marker and circling it before picking up his cell, and dialling the number…

Later on that day

Approaching the building, which was located in a secluded part of the city, Claudio looked up, and saw the large, neon sign, which would be flashing all sorts of colours if it wasn't for the fact that it was the only 10:30, its opening time not until 12 p.m.

As he approached the entrance, he saw two burly men suited in black clothing, obviously the club's bouncers, standing out in front, talking amongst themselves, and only looking up once Claudio got closer to the large doors.

Claudio could make them out quite clearly; the guy on the left had short, brown hair that had been spiked up with gel, piercing blue eyes that seemed to peer into Claudio's very soul, and big arms to match his evidently muscular body. The name "Jindrak" was etched onto the breast of his jacket.

The other guy was a lot taller than Jindrak, and Claudio to be exact, at least by another five or six inches, was completely bald on top, had dark stubble colouring his chin, and looked as though he was going to burst out of his uniform he was so big. Seriously, he looked like he could break a man in half with little to no effort.

Claudio also noticed straight away that the name "Jones" was etched on his jacket.

No wonder they've employed him as a bouncer, Claudio said to himself, slipping by the men as he entered the building, not noticing in the slightest that they were both checking out his ass as he passed by.

Inside the place looked immaculate, red velvety walls surrounded the main room, which included the bar, the stage, and the tables that surrounded it. Everything looked like it was bought at a high price, nothing that Claudio could afford most definitely.

As he passed by the bar, he noticed one of the bartenders, a guy with short blond-hair, five o'clock shadow, and wearing a pair of black trousers that hugged tightly to his legs along with a pair of shoes to match. He wore a leather waist-coat with nothing underneath, which nicely showed off his incredibly taut torso, his chest pleasantly dusted with light hair that made him look all the more handsome.

Not that Claudio was taking any notice, mind you, as he leant on the bar, and asked him rather politely, "Excuse me, could you point me in the direction of the manager's office? I'm here for an interview." His Swiss accent was evident, but not as thick as it usually was.

The blond smiled, having finished setting up the glasses and bottles under the bar, and on the shelves behind him, before he answered his question just as politely, "Well of course, sweet thing. It's just down that corridor, then you take a right at the next turn, then a left and it's the room right at the end, you can't miss it." He points with a smile to a corridor that was to the left of the large stage.

"Thank you, much obliged."

"Any time," the blond uttered, smile still on his face as he returned to setting up the glasses and bottles.

Sauntering his way down the first corridor, he could see numerous doors on either side of it, some with names besides them like Security Room and Costumes, rooms that you'd find in a place like this.

Turning the next corner to the right, and then the left, Claudio could now see the Manager's office at the very end, with punctual lettering as though to make sure everyone knew who it belonged to. As he passed a certain door, he stopped almost immediately when he heard soft voices coming from behind it.

The door had been left ajar, only a fraction, but it was enough for Claudio to hear what was going on in there.

"Fuck," he could hear a man gasp, practically purring under his breath, before another man's voice uttered, "Quiet babe or else someone's gonna hear us."

With Claudio's intrigue getting the better of him, he reached out with his hand, and ever so slowly, pushed open the door, thanking God that it didn't creak as he did. Opened it enough for him to stick his head through, and looking in, almost gasp in astonishment. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He found the whole atmosphere completely erotic, his stomach fluttering, his boxers tightening as he continued to watch.

Inside the room, which appeared to be a dressing room, two half-naked, muscular guys were on top of each other, the one with the buzz-cut was sitting on the vanity tables situated on the left side of the room while the other with the similar haircut was edged between the other guy's legs, seeming to kiss the life out of him.

What seemed to differentiate him from the other was the fact that he had darker, tanned skin, and had colourful tattoos that appeared to look "tribal" that were etched from his left wrist up one arm, across the back of his neck and shoulders, and back down the other arm.

Wow, these guys are really hot like you wouldn't believe! Claudio thought as he watched the tattooed guy lick his way down the buzz-cut's chest, paying special attention to the nipples that were now fully erect, thanks to his licking and sucking.

Tattoos then proceeded to descend to Buzz-cut's navel, licking in and around it, eliciting gravelly moans from both participants before hooking his fingers into the waistbands of Buzz-cut's Calvin's, and pulling them down to the floor.

The guy's cock bounced as it flopped out, nearly hitting Tattoos in the face as he discarded the boxers, his hand wrapped around the base of it as he began to stroke it, every so often sticking his tongue out to lick the head, an act that caused Buzz-cut to gasp, "Come on Randy, stop with the teasing."

Randy, who Claudio identified as Tattoos, looks up at his lover, and smirks, a devilish gleam in his grey eyes as he replied, "Always so impatient John…when getting to the good stuff," before taking most of his cock into his mouth, an art he seemed to be good at, judging by the lack of a gag reflex before pulling it back out.

John's cock must've been a good 9½", maybe 10, and Randy was taking it all as it slid into his mouth and down his throat, Claudio practically seeing it bulge as it did.

God, that's so fucking sexy, he mulled as he palmed his straining erection over his jeans, wanting so desperately to be in on the action, yet quite surprised that they hadn't noticed him yet.

Once he bobbed up and down a few times, making sure that John's cock was nicely lathered with his saliva, Randy let it out with a wet "pop", standing up and latching his lips upon John's, getting him to taste himself on his lips and tongue, which was pure ecstasy to both men.

"Now it's my turn to make you feel good," John replied, grabbing his lover by his taut biceps, and swapping positions with him before kneeling down, taking Randy's briefs with him.

The tanned, thick cock that bounced out of it looked like the same size as John's, maybe just a bit smaller, but Claudio couldn't really tell from his point of view. He was just enjoying the show, his impressive cock fit to burst as he continued to palm it.

As John took Randy's cock into his mouth, shoving the whole thing in until his nose touched his pubic area, Claudio noticed something glinting around John's ring finger as he held Randy by his hips, and deduced that it was obviously a wedding ring.

Is he having an affair? With this man?

However, the way that John takes care of the big cock currently sliding in and out his mouth, the affectionate kisses he placed on certain parts of it, the gazes filled with love and affection he kept sending the guy's way as he serviced him. This wasn't just hard, strong sex. This was also love, undeniable passion for each other that you wouldn't normally find whilst indulged in a quickie with a guy who might've been giving you the "eye".

Maybe they're a married couple? It was clearly evident now that they very well might be; the light touches, the soft kisses, the mutterings of love to one another, the rings being a dead giveaway!

After what felt like hours of just watching John bobbing his head up and down his lover's thick schlong, he took it out and gave the head one last kiss before standing up, latching his cum-and-saliva-soaked lips onto Randy's, which spurned them to kiss the life out of each other.

"Turn around, baby," John whispered into Randy's ear, taking a nibble of it, as his lover did as he was told, exposing his ass to him, John slipping his fingers into his mouth, getting them nice and moist before sliding one finger into the exposed pucker.

Randy gasped, more so in pleasure than in pain, having gotten used to the fingering by now as the two had been married for nearly 5 years now. As John continued to prod his finger before adding a second, he used his other hand to reach up and pinch Randy's already peaked nipple, the pleasures of both nearly too much for Randy as he moaned in sheer delight.

"Stop playing around, and fuck me John."

Randy's dirty tone of voice didn't seem to shock his lover one bit, just seemed to spur him on, bending Randy over onto the dressing table, his big cock rubbing between his cheeks uttering, "Don't have to tell me twice," under his breath.

Claudio was about fit to burst, his cock straining in his pants, wet from pre-cum, he needed to leave or else he was going into his interview in wet briefs, so he quietly shut the door, trying not to make it too obvious before heading to the right door, willing his cock to soften with images he deemed unattractive.

Meanwhile, back in the room with the horny couple, John slowly entered his husband inch by inch, Randy's tight hole opening up to compensate for his impressive size, Randy smirking as John stopped to wait for him to adjust.

"Did you see our "peeping tom" at the door, babe? Looked like he was really enjoying the show. That "piece" he was packing looked just as big as yours."

At the thought of his husband thinking of another guy's cock, he pulled out until only the head was still inside him before shoving it back in, a pleasured moan escaping from Randy's lips.

"Hunh! God after all these years, you'd think I'd be used to your size," he gasped, John's large hands gripping his hips to help him hit Randy's prostate with every thrust, which he was doing with expert precision, Randy feeling like he's about to burst any second.

"But you're still as tight as ever, just how I like it," John replied, leaning down, one of his hands placed gently around Randy's neck, turning his head around so that he could captured his lips with his own.

After nearly sucking the life out of each other, the couple pulled apart, gasping for air as John continued to thrust into Randy, his hole well-adjusted for him to shove all of his ten inches inside him.

Randy was at a loss for words, instead mumbling them, some dirty, but mostly of love for John, which John liked very much as it had rid him of any thoughts of their peeping tom.

John's left hand had moved from Randy's hips to his left pectoral, feeling his heart thump against it while also tweaking his nipple until it was hard. He proceeded to do the same with the other with his right hand.

Randy couldn't keep up with so much pleasure, his cock at full hardness, ready to spurt all over the vanity they were currently resting upon, "John…I ain't…I ain't gonna last…"

John, with his left hand still over Randy's heart, used his other to wrap around Randy's length and proceeded to jerk it, feeling Randy's hole clench around him as he was nearing his completion.

"Then cum…show me how much you love me!"

That was all it took…John whispering those words into his ear, that sexy drawl which always made Randy hard every time John spoke like that, making his cum all over the vanity, some even landing on the mirror as John milked him for all that he was worth.

Soon after John couldn't hold out much longer, Randy's walls clenching around his cock, the friction becoming too much for him as he released himself, the spurts seeming to flow non-stop into his husband.

After their panting had quietened and the euphoria dissipated, John turned Randy's head round just enough to give him a passionate kiss, asking afterward, "So, any more thoughts on our peeping tom?"

"Who?" He asked, confusion evident on that handsome face of his.

"Nothing." Awesome, the sex was so good, he can't remember the guy watching us from the door. Wonder who he is anyway? Haven't seen him around here before? Perhaps he's the guy the manager mentioned earlier to those present that he'll be coming in for an interview. From what Randy had seen of him, he'll definitely pass with flying colours.

"Come on, let's take a shower. Don't want to dance on stage covered in each other's fluids, do we?"

Randy smirked at his husband, "I dunno…might turn on most of the customers, give us a little more in the tips."

John smacked his ass as we walked by him on the way to the bathroom, watching it bounce, his cock hardening already, "It's not like we're not struggling for money, Randy. And besides, our dances together turn on enough of our patrons to provide us with plenty of tips. Remember last night's? I thought we would have to swim off the stage there was so much."

As Randy opened the door for John, he replied as he followed John into the bathroom, "That was only because you in a thong leaves nothing to the imagination. I'm surprised I'm not jealous by now with all those men looking at your package."

John pulled Randy into his big arms, pecking him several times on the lips, Randy feeling John's hard-on prod against his thigh, "It's because you know you get to tap this," he manoeuvred Randy's hand so it was placed over his bubble butt, "whenever you want."

"Speaking of which, I think we're both ready for round two, and this time, I get to top."

"I was thinking the same thing."

Having whittled his erection down with unpleasant thoughts after witnessing such a steamy encounter, Claudio approached the manager's door and knock on it twice before he was swiftly answered by a man's voice asking him to come in.

He entered…to be welcomed by a man in a grey jumper with a black shirt with white stripes underneath along with a black tie, grey trousers to match the jumper and a pair of black dress shoes.

He looked rather young to be a manager of such an elaborate establishment, but Antonio was told not to always judge a book by its cover.

The young man outstretched his hand, Antonio shaking it, "I'm Brad Maddox, the manager of Avalon, and you must be Claudio. Please, have a seat and we can get down to business."

As Claudio took a seat where Brad had motioned to, Brad took his seat behind his desk, his hands placed on top of it as he began the interview.

"So, Claudio, let me keep this pure and simple. You obviously don't need experience to work in a place like this, but you will be taught by our finest if you get the job. If you have a criminal record, I don't want to know about it, but if it's going to cause a problem then there's the door."

Claudio quickly shook his head, "No, I have no criminal record."

A smile appeared on Brad's face, making him look more handsome than before, "Well that's good to know. I see that you like to work out, that's going to prove very useful in this line of work, but I must ask you some personal questions and, if you're at all uncomfortable with what I have to ask you, you don't have to answer. These are just the club's regulations for potential employees."

Claudio was unsure at first, thoughts dancing around in his head of what these questions could be, but he was going to need the money if he wanted to stay in New York so, what the hell. He then nodded to confirm that he was okay with this.

"Okay, then allow me to ask the first question," Brad began as he leant back on his chair, putting a leg over the other, and the interview began, lasting about ten, fifteen minutes with Brad asking him all the usual questions you'd hear in any interview before he got to the last and most important one…

"Finally, now I know how this is going to look, but it's company policy to ask it and it's sorta part of my job, so here goes…," he then proceeded to get up off his chair, and made his way around his desk, kneeling down before Claudio, his hand reaching out to cup his crotch, "How much are you packing down there?"

The sudden intrusion by Brad's hand on his cock made him jerk and gasp in surprise before Claudio was moaning near enough in ecstasy when he started to massage it, growing by the second until it was fit to burst.

"Oh…god…," he gasped, sitting back in his chair as Brad reached for the zipper, pulling it down ever so slowly, "Just think of it as "Checking out the Merchandise." Wouldn't want our customers to complain now, do we?"

He then slipped his hand in, pulling Claudio's briefs down far enough for his cock to be free, which Brad pulled out, staring in awe at how big it was. By just looking at it, he could tell that it was clearly ten inches, maybe half an inch more, with little wisps of hair decorating the base. It was beautiful.

Brad's mouth was literally watering with anticipation before leaning forward, his tongue sticking out, as he took his first long lick from the bottom of his balls to the very tip, his taste buds on fire.

"Damn, that's a tasty cock. I can see you being very popular here, once you get the job that is," Brad added as he proceeded to service Claudio, who was now leaning back in the chair, his hand on both rests as he thought about the blowjob he was about to receive by the manager himself.

Brad inched closer to get comfortable, leaning forward to take as much of it as he could into his mouth, finding it quite difficult to get past halfway, what with his gag reflex kicking in. Still, he was still able to get around eight inches of it into his mouth, feeling it hit the back of his throat.

Claudio had never felt anything like it. Sure, his previous boyfriends had given him blowjobs, but nothing that felt like this. Even though he wasn't taking it in all the way, it still felt extremely good and every time he hummed, it doubled the pleasure, quickening the feeling that he was about to cum right there and then, but he held the need to.

Brad was experiencing his own euphoria. One of his many things to do as the general manager of AVALON was to not only interview potential members to the club, but to also indulge in certain "activities" to determine whether they were "best for business."

Claudio, who Brad had most of down his throat, was definitely going to be best for business, and he'd be a fool to let him go. He may have the looks, the body and, of course, a huge cock, but that wasn't everything in the business. Brad needed to find out if he could truly captivate the audience, make a name for himself, bringing in the big bucks. If he was going to employ Claudio, he needed to put him through the gauntlet like he'd done to most of the members of staff he'd employed through this method he currently in now.

Claudio reached out with one of his hands and placed it on top of Brad's mop of brown curtained hair, combing his fingers through it every so often whenever Brad hummed or sucked over a sensitive spot.

I'm not going to last much longer, Claudio thought as he felt the build-up forming, knowing full well that he couldn't hold it back, "I'm…I'm gonna cum," was all that he was able to muster before Brad began bobbing faster, having no intention of stopping now.

A few more bobs and Claudio was undone, spurt after spurt of his cum shooting down Brad's throat, who was still had his cock in his mouth to make sure that he didn't miss a single drop as he swallowed. Once he'd stopped, Brad having sucked him dry, he lay back in the chair, breathing heavily from the intense blowjob, watching as the young manager tucked him back inside his briefs and zipped up his fly.

He stood back up, wiping off what remnants was left of Claudio's cum from his lips with the back of his hand before he stretched it for Claudio to shake, "Congratulations, Claudio. After that wonderful display, I would like to inform you that you've got the job, but let me tell you that having a big cock and a nice body doesn't quite cut it. Which is why when you start tomorrow, I'm going to put you where all the novices start…in Fandango's class. There you will learn how to truly captivate the audience, bring in some nice tips too."

Claudio stood up, a smile on his face, and still shaking Brad's hand before eventually stopping, "Thank you. I won't disappoint you, I promise."

"No need for promises. I know you won't disappoint. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a meeting scheduled with the COO after this interview."

Claudio got the hint and walked toward the door, turning around to say, "Thank you", before leaving the room, Brad sitting back in his chair behind the desk, still tasting Claudio's essence on his tongue and lips, a smile growing.

He's going to make a fine addition to the team…