The Americans: Dex Devall, Milo Miles & Nik Fros – StagHomme

The second chapter of StagHomme’s “The Americans” is even hotter, including a threesome with Dex Devall, Milo Miles, and Nik Fros. Dex Devall, a directionless American twink lured by the Cabal’s shadowy promises, arrives in Europe wide-eyed and vulnerable. His naivety shatters upon meeting Milo Miles, a seasoned escort with a hollow smile, who escorts him to Nik Fros—a bearded, barrel-chested enforcer tasked with breaking the Cabal’s new recruits.

The appraisal begins without a preamble. Nik, a mafia henchman with predator’s eyes, orders Dex and Milo to strip and lie face-down on a cold steel table. His calloused hands roam their trembling bodies, assessing their worth like livestock. Without warning, Nik’s tongue spears Dex’s hole, lapping at him with feral hunger while Milo watches, paralyzed. Dex’s gasp morphs into a scream as Nik flips him over and slams into him bareback, his cock splitting the twink’s virgin ass with brutal efficiency. Milo’s turn comes next—Nik’s thrusts equally merciless, his grunts echoing through the dungeon-like room.

Dex, still reeling, watches Nik ravage Milo with a mix of horror and fascination. Despite the pain radiating through his body, a perverse craving stirs—he wants Nik’s attention again. When Nik withdraws from Milo, Dex’s hole twitches involuntarily, his cock betraying him with a traitorous throb. Nik notices, his lip curling in a smirk. “You’re a natural,” he growls, hurling Dex back onto the table.

What follows is a masterclass in psychological warfare. Nik’s hands pin Dex’s wrists as he drills into him, each thrust a lesson in submission. Dex’s cries blend with the wet slap of skin, his legs hooking around Nik’s waist in reluctant surrender. Milo, forgotten on the floor, watches with envy as Nik claims Dex with possessive fury. The hierarchy is clear: Dex’s bruised body is now a canvas for Nik’s dominance, his whimpers are a soundtrack to his own corruption.

The climax is as cruel as it is calculated. Nik pulls out of Dex, leaving him gaping and trembling, and orders Milo to clean his cock with his mouth. Dex, still sprawled on the table, meets Nik’s gaze—a silent plea for more. Nik obliges, spitting onto Dex’s wrecked hole before sheathing himself again, this time fucking him slow and deep, savoring the twink’s unraveling resolve.

When Nik finally spills inside Dex, it’s with a roar that shakes the room. Dex cums untouched, his release splattering the table as Milo watches, equal parts jealous and awed. The Cabal’s newest recruit lies broken yet reborn, his purpose now etched into his flesh. By the final frame, Dex’s eyes hold a dark glint—the first spark of a predator in the making.