The Price of Citizenship

The fluorescent lights of the immigration office hummed with a sterile, headache-inducing buzz that seemed to vibrate right through the cheap laminate table. Alex shifted in his chair, the plastic squeaking against the fabric of his dress slacks. He smoothed a hand over his tie, his throat dry. Across from him, Gia sat with her legs crossed, one high-heeled foot bouncing with a nervous rhythm that contradicted the calm smile plastered on her face. Between them and the three agents sat a thick file folder, the edges worn from handling.

Agent Miller, a broad-shouldered man with skin the color of dark roasted coffee and a jawline that looked like it could crack walnuts, leaned back in his chair. He tapped a pen against the desk, the rhythm slow and deliberate. To his left, Agent Thompson, a lighter-skinned black man with a goatee and sharp, assessing eyes, stared directly at Alex. Agent Davis, the third member of the panel, leaned forward, his elbows on the table, invading Alex’s personal space with just his presence.

"The story is... romantic," Miller said, his voice a deep baritone that rumbled in the small room. "A chance encounter in a coffee shop in Kyiv. A whirlwind romance. Marriage within three months. It reads like a screenplay, Alex. But we aren't in the business of approving screenplays. We are in the business of facts."

Alex swallowed hard, his accent thickening slightly as he spoke. "It is true. We love each other. Gia is... she is everything."

"Love isn't enough for a green card," Thompson interjected, his voice harder. "We need proof of a consummated marriage. Intimacy. Details that only a real couple would know." He flipped a page in the file. "You claim to live together, sleep together, share a life. But the neighbors say they rarely see you together. The mail is addressed to separate names in different fonts."

Gia stopped bouncing her foot. She reached across the table, placing her manicured hand over Alex’s. "We are private people," she said, her voice steady. "We keep our life inside the home."

Davis smirked, a crooked expression that didn't reach his eyes. "Private. Or hiding something?" He looked at Miller, then back to Alex. "We ran a background check, Alex. Extensive one. We know about the clubs in you used to visit back home before you met Gia. We know about the men you used to see."

The blood drained from Alex’s face. He pulled his hand back from Gia’s, his fingers trembling slightly in his lap. "That was... the past. Before I met Gia."

"Is it?" Miller asked, leaning forward now, the temperature in the room seeming to drop ten degrees. "Because sexuality doesn't just vanish because you signed a paper. If this marriage is a sham, a way for you to skip the line, we will know it. And we will deport you before you can pack a bag."

Gia let out a short, sharp laugh. The agents looked at her, surprised. She shook her head, her blonde hair catching the harsh light. "You think he's using me? You think this is fake?" She stood up, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. "You want intimacy? You want to know the dirty, filthy truth about my husband?"

Alex looked up at her, his eyes wide. "Gia, please."

"No, Alex," she snapped, then turned her gaze to the agents. "He’s bi-sexual. He loves cock, okay? He loves my pussy, sure, but he craves dick. Specifically, big, thick, black dick." She crossed her arms, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. "That’s his fantasy. That’s his deepest, darkest desire. To be used by men who look like you. To be treated like a little slut for a real man."

The room went dead silent. The hum of the lights seemed deafening. Alex covered his face with his hands, mortified, his cock twitching traitorously in his pants at her words.

Miller didn’t flinch. Instead, a slow, predatory grin spread across his face. He looked at his colleagues, who were mirroring his expression. "Is that so?" Miller murmured. "Well, that changes the interview dynamic entirely."

Gia walked around the table, standing behind Alex. She placed her hands on his shoulders, digging her nails in slightly. "He wants that green card more than anything," she purred. "And I want him to have it. But if you need proof of his submission... his willingness to do anything to stay in this country..." She leaned down, whispering loud enough for everyone to hear. "Maybe we can make a deal."

Davis chuckled darkly. "A deal. I like deals."

"Here’s the terms," Gia said, her voice taking on a commanding tone. "You three get to do whatever you want to him. Right here, right now. You run a train on my husband. You use his holes until you’re satisfied. If he takes it like the champ I know he is, you stamp the fucking approval. You give him his citizenship."

Alex dropped his hands, staring at the three agents. He saw the bulges already pressing against the fabric of their government-issue trousers. He saw the hunger in their eyes. He should have been terrified. He should have run. But the sheer, overwhelming masculinity radiating from the three men pinned him to the chair. He nodded slowly, his breath hitching.

"And I watch," Gia added, pulling a chair to the side of the room and sitting down, crossing her legs elegantly. "I want to see him earn it."

Miller stood up, unbuttoning his uniform jacket and tossing it onto the table. "Lock the door, Davis."

The click of the lock echoed like a gunshot. Miller walked over to Alex, towering over him. "On your knees," he commanded. His voice left no room for negotiation.

Alex slid off the chair, his knees hitting the industrial carpet with a dull thud. He looked up at the three black men now circling him like sharks. They undressed efficiently, belts clinking, zippers hissing. When Miller freed his cock, it slapped heavily against his thigh. It was enormous—dark, thick, and veined, with a bulbous head that was already glistening with precum. Thompson and Davis followed suit, revealing equally impressive weapons. The scent of musk and arousal filled the small room, overpowering the smell of office coffee and cleaning supplies.

"Suck it," Miller ordered, gripping the base of his shaft and pointing it at Alex’s face.

Alex leaned forward, his hands resting on Miller’s muscular thighs. He opened his mouth, stretching his jaw to accommodate the girth, and took the head inside. The taste was salty and primal. He swirled his tongue around the ridge, eliciting a low groan from the agent above him.

"Yeah, that’s it," Miller grunted, placing a hand on the back of Alex’s head. "Show us what a Ukrainian whore can do."

Alex took him deeper, relaxing his throat to suppress the gag reflex as the thick cock pushed into his esophagus. He hollowed his cheeks, creating suction, and bobbed his head, saliva coating the shaft and dripping down his chin.

"Look at him go," Gia’s voice came from the side. "He’s hungry for it. Don’t hog him, Miller. Let the others have a turn."

Miller pulled out, a string of spit connecting Alex’s lip to his cock. He stepped back, and Thompson immediately took his place. Thompson was rougher, gripping Alex’s hair and forcing his cock deep in one thrust. Alex choked, his eyes watering, but he didn’t pull away. He grabbed Thompson’s ass, pulling him in closer, eager to be used.

"Fuck yeah," Thompson hissed, pumping his hips. "Tight throat. Nice."

Davis stood to the side, stroking his long, curved dick, waiting for his turn. "Get his clothes off," he said to Gia. "Let’s see the ass we’re working with."

Gia stood up and approached Alex. While he was busy choking on Thompson’s meat, she unbuttoned his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. Then she moved to his pants, unbuckling his belt and yanking them down to his knees. Alex wasn't wearing underwear. His own cock, smaller than the agents’ and rock hard, sprang free.

"Look at that little clit," Gia laughed, smacking Alex’s ass hard. "Bend over, Alex. Show them your peach."

Alex pulled off Thompson’s cock with a gasp, coughing slightly. He knew what was expected. He turned around, getting on his hands and knees, arching his back to present his ass to the room. He felt exposed, vulnerable, and incredibly turned on.

"Beautiful," Davis murmured, kneeling behind him. He spread Alex’s cheeks, exposing the tight, pink hole. "Gonna need some lube."

"Spit on him," Gia suggested, leaning in close to watch. "Get him wet."

Davis spat a thick glob of saliva directly onto Alex’s hole, then used his thumb to rub it in, pressing against the tight ring of muscle. Alex moaned, pushing his hips back against the digit.

"Please," Alex whimpered, his accent thick. "Fuck me."

Miller, who had moved to stand in front of Alex again, slapped his heavy cock against Alex’s cheek. "Beg for it in English, immigrant. Tell us you want American dick inside you."

"I want it," Alex gasped, looking up at Miller with watery eyes. "I want your American cocks. I want you to fuck me. Use me. Please."

"Good enough," Miller grunted. He shoved his cock back into Alex’s mouth, silencing him.

Behind him, Davis lined up his cock with Alex’s entrance. He pressed the head against the spit-slicked hole and pushed forward. Alex cried out around Miller’s shaft, his body tensing as the massive intrusion began to stretch him open. It burned, a sharp, stinging pain that quickly morphed into a dull, pleasurable ache as Davis fed him inch after inch.

"Fuck, he’s tight," Davis groaned, gripping Alex’s hips hard enough to bruise. "Tighter than my wife’s pussy."

"Keep going," Gia encouraged, sitting back in her chair, her hand between her legs now. "Split him open. Make him take it all."

Davis didn’t stop until he was balls deep, his pelvis pressed against Alex’s ass. He held it there for a moment, letting Alex adjust to the fullness, then began to thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room—wet, rhythmic, and loud.

Alex was in sensory overload. His mouth was full of Miller’s thick meat, his nose buried in the agent’s pubic hair, while his ass was being reamed by Davis. He could hear Thompson nearby, stroking himself and muttering dirty words, waiting for his turn. He felt Gia’s eyes on him, watching his humiliation, watching him be reduced to a fucktoy for three government agents. It was degrading. It was filthy. It was the hottest thing that had ever happened to him.

"Switch," Miller commanded after a few minutes, pulling his cock out of Alex’s mouth with a wet pop. "I want that ass."

Davis pulled out, leaving Alex’s hole gaping and empty, clenching around nothing. The agents manhandled Alex, flipping him onto his back. Miller grabbed Alex’s legs, throwing them over his shoulders and folding him nearly in half. He lined up his cock, which was slick with Alex’s saliva, and slammed into the loosened hole.

Alex cried out, his back arching off the floor. "Yes! Fuck!"

Miller pounded into him with relentless force, the desk shaking with every thrust. "You like that? You like that government dick?"

"Yes! Yes!" Alex screamed, his own cock bouncing against his stomach, leaking precum onto his abs.

Thompson moved to Alex’s head, straddling his chest. He fed his cock into Alex’s mouth, effectively gagging him again. Alex sucked greedily, his tongue working overtime while Miller destroyed his ass.

Gia stood up and walked over to the desk, clearing a space. She hopped up, sitting on the edge, spreading her legs. She wasn't wearing panties. She began to rub her clit openly, her eyes locked on the gangbang unfolding in front of her. "Look at you, Alex," she moaned. "Taking all that black cock. You’re a natural citizen now, baby."

The scene devolved into a blur of flesh and sweat. They swapped positions multiple times. Alex rode Thompson reverse cowgirl on the floor, bouncing up and down on his shaft while Miller stood over them, slapping his cock against Alex’s face. Then they bent him over the desk, Davis taking his turn in his ass while Thompson fucked his face.

The room smelled of sex—musk, sweat, saliva, and ass. The air was thick with grunts, groans, and the wet slap of flesh. Alex was lost in a haze of pleasure and pain, his body used as a vessel for their lust. He felt like a piece of meat, an object, and he loved every second of it.

Finally, Miller pulled out of Alex’s ass, leaving it red and gaping. "I’m close," he grunted.

"Me too," Thompson added, pulling out of Alex’s mouth.

"Stand him up," Davis ordered.

They hauled Alex to his feet. His legs were shaky, barely able to hold his weight. His face was covered in spit and precum, his hair a mess. He leaned back against the desk for support.

The three agents stood in a semi-circle around him, stroking their cocks furiously. Gia slid off the desk and knelt beside Alex, grabbing his hand and placing it on his own cock.

"Jerk that little dick while they finish you off," she commanded.

Alex obeyed, stroking himself in time with the agents. The sight of the three powerful black men standing over him, ready to cover him in their seed, pushed him to the edge.

"Open your mouth," Miller growled.

Alex tilted his head back, opening wide, sticking his tongue out.

With a series of guttural roars, the agents came. Miller was first, thick ropes of white cum shooting across Alex’s face and into his open mouth. Thompson followed, coating Alex’s chest and neck. Davis aimed lower, splattering Alex’s stomach and cock.

The feeling of the hot, sticky liquid hitting his skin sent Alex over the edge. He cried out, his own cock pulsing as he shot his load onto the floor, mixing with the mess already there.

The agents milked the last drops from their cocks, wiping the heads on Alex’s shoulders and chest. Alex slumped against the desk, covered in sweat and cum, gasping for air. He swallowed the load in his mouth, savoring the taste.

Gia stood up, looking at the mess her husband had become. She reached into her purse and pulled out a tissue, wiping a stray glob of cum from Alex’s cheek. "Good boy," she whispered.

The agents began to dress, the atmosphere shifting from sexual frenzy back to professional efficiency, though the scent of the act lingered heavily. Miller zipped up his pants and picked up the file folder. He opened it to the last page, pulled a stamp from his jacket pocket, and slammed it down with a loud THWACK.

"Approved," Miller said, his voice gravelly but satisfied.

He looked at Alex, who was still leaning against the desk, trembling. "Welcome to the United States, Alex."

Thompson and Davis chuckled, buttoning their shirts. "Enjoy the stay," Davis added, smirking. "We'll be checking in on you. Random inspections, of course."

Alex managed a weak smile, his body humming with exhaustion and endorphins. He looked at Gia, who was beaming.

"See?" she said, patting his cum-soaked chest. "I told you I knew how to get things done."

Miller opened the door, the bright hallway light flooding the room. "Get cleaned up," he said over his shoulder. "And get out of my office."

Alex pushed himself off the desk, his knees buckling slightly. Gia caught him, wrapping her arm around his waist. "You did good," she murmured into his ear. "Now, let's go home. I think you need to tell me every detail of what those cocks felt like inside you."

As they hobbled out of the office, leaving the smell of raw sex behind them, Alex knew his life in America was going to be anything but boring.