Competition was intense inside the house. The favorite, Adrien, was a small blond guy (an incredible kind of blond), lean and muscular, with abs carved like they were cut with a knife. Toufik called him “Galak”. Sometimes Toufik would shout from his room with his deep voice:
“GALAK, COME HERE,”
and the guy would go to him and close the door. Ten minutes later, you could hear moans of pleasure, then Toufik’s deep voice saying:
“you little slut, take that.”

The other guys didn’t care at all. Some were playing cards, others sitting around a small table talking about their last vacations while drinking a soda.

One day I asked Sébastien, the small manager:
“ Toufik fucks and does nothing all day, but how does he pay for his rent, bills, food, etc.?”
He laughs:
“Ah ah… he can afford it, my little guy. He’s the son of a big Saudi diplomat. This apartment is his, and he has others all over Paris.”

“Ah…” (I was shocked) “he’s Saudi but he speaks perfect French, he even feels like a street guy.”
“Yeah, his father made sure he was educated in France, with a nanny, private school and all that. You know, our master has an unusual background, he’s a rebel who freed himself from a lot of things!”

“But… why this harem? There’s no money involved?”
“No… you ask too many questions. Our master, who is the most handsome Arab guy in Paris (actually the most handsome guy period), is loaded thanks to his father, he really doesn’t need money. And we, his 25 ‘boys’, are all rich kids. There’s even one, Romuald, who is the son of a famous CAC 40 CEO.”

He continues:
“You know, at the beginning of this harem story, we were only 4. But his mentality, always wanting more, combined with his insane sexual appetite, brought us to 26. Twenty-six guys fighting for him. This place is nothing more than a place of intense pleasure.”

After a pause, he adds:
“By the way, I wanted to let you know, Saturday there’s the orgy. All 26 will be there, and Toufik wants us to wear a small black bow tie and a leather jockstrap.”

I was kind of excited at the idea of being in an orgy… all of this turned me on because I love sex. Where others might have been uncomfortable with such a strange setup, I was fascinated… but would I be good enough? I wasn’t sure.

Seeing me thinking, Sébastien says:
“You’re lucky. You’re good-looking and you got in fast. Use this orgy to show what you’re capable of. I’ll be blunt — be the biggest slut possible. There’s no one like Toufik. The more you give, the more he’ll value you.”

I ask him:
“So… will there be any enhancements?”
He laughs:
“Hahaha, Toufik hates that. We don’t need it. We’re already wired for it. We believe in real, raw sex. Pure pleasure, nothing else.”

Saturday arrives.

The guys (25 of them) were already making out intensely, some were sucking each other, there were 69s here and there. One guy, a Hispanic with a big dick, was getting sucked by two younger guys. Everyone was heating up, waiting for the master to arrive, probably still in his room. We had placed mattresses on the floor.

I got naked, wearing my leather jockstrap and bow tie. One guy touched my ass, another more daring started licking me. Sébastien told me:
“Hello, you look sexy like that… relax, he’s about to arrive.”

I started to lose my inhibitions. I pushed the head of the guy licking me harder. I really wanted to suck. The Hispanic guy’s dick looked amazing, but I was too far. I saw “Galak”, the favorite, lying on a mattress, waiting. As a good student, he was saving his energy for his master.

Then the door slowly opened.

Toufik.

A massive 1.90m presence. A stunning face, with a powerful beard. He was wearing black sweatpants and dirty socks, his feet were huge. All the guys stopped what they were doing. We all got on our knees in front of him.

“How are my sluts?” he said.
Everyone answered at the same time:
“Good, Toufik.”

“Good…”

Then he pulled out his massive dick… I don’t know, it must have been 27… 28… 30?? Everything about it was shocking. It was like the actor from Citebeur “Cubano”… but even bigger.

Some guys immediately dropped to his feet to smell his socks. Then I, with a lot of boldness, was the first to suck him. Galak, my rival, was licking his balls, and out of jealousy, started spitting on me (a thing when two guys share one dick).

A duel began between us.

He took advantage of a moment to take my place. All the guys around were watching this competition. Would Galak keep his place as favorite? He was determined. Every time he had the dick in his mouth, he went deep, making Toufik lose control… hard to compete with him.

Then Toufik ordered everyone to suck him.

So we were 26 guys, like a hungry pack, on that massive Middle Eastern dick.

After an hour, Toufik came.

Galak, obviously the winner of the night, got it all over his face. Everyone started licking him to taste it… except me.

Because the war between me and him… wasn’t over.