Date: Thu, 14 Oct 2010 23:15:49 +0100 From: Davey R Subject: BlueShark-Video-4 Take a seat. Onto the other cassette in the bumper double case. Release of Ramon, starring the gorgeous lace-soft Brazilian boy Ramon Reis. As you see, there's this garish, blocky menu screen to navigate. Here we go. The initial chunks of the story are in the form of clips from what looks like a South American soap opera. The video quality is ghostly and swilly in parts, like it's been recorded over two or three generations. It was quite a process transferring all this material. All the scenes edited up here involve two main characters. One is the beautiful young Ramon himself. The other is his brother, Luis Reis. The family resemblance is obvious, but Luis is the older, darker and bulkier of the two. He is also less resplendent with thick, shoulder-length hair than Ramon. The clips we see are all out of context. Did you ever record part of a soap opera just so you could jerk off over some guy in it? Of course you did, what am I asking. Well, the sequences here are assembled in that manner - hastily set to record when one or other of these gorgeous young creatures appears, and abruptly stopped whenever they go off screen. Thus, we have a patchy montage of the pair, with occasional interruptions from other characters, immersed in their own snipped-off dramas and less commanding of our attentions. This being a soap opera, the montage is sweetly replete with shots of the beautiful young mens' skin. There are all the gratuitous beach shots you'd expect, and some particularly horny scenes as the duo bond in bespoke brotherly fashion by working in a gargage fixing up cars. There are reams of these scenes, acres of them, like some director just couldn't get enough of the hot young bodies we see here. The elder Luis struts around in tight black jeans, topless, with large and round and unusually protuberant dark nipples and a curly streak of hair down his sculpted stomach. Sometimes, most times, he's artfully smeared with grease. Sometimes he's coated in glycerine, applied by some lucky make-up lady - or, man I hope so, some lucky make-up guy, to give the impression of sweating from all the work he's been doing. Sometimes it makes him so shiny you can almost pick out each individual studio light reflected in his skin, reflected in the mounds of his shoulders or the curves of his pectorals. And did I mention, there are shitloads of these scenes? But it's Ramon who I really have eyes for in this scenario. He's not stripped to the waist like Luis, but what he does wear makes me incredibly horny for him - faded blue denim dungarees with his bare body underneath. The taut smoothness of his body, a leanly muscular body the colour of milky coffee, contrasts with the slack roughness of the denim. His bare arms aren't big, but they're toned and lean and tempting - you want to touch them - and his nipples, which are tiny compared to those of his brother, are only partly visible most of the time, cut across by the line of the denim. There's something more arousing about them not being fully exposed the way Luis's are. They are a fleeting treat. Sometimes you can almost sense them chafing, and you just want to reach into the screen and flatten your palms against them. Almost to soothe them. Sometimes Ramon's hair is free and silkily leonine. Other times it is tied back, and it makes his head sleek and black like a snake. He too is painted in grease. On one particularly satisfying occasion it has a mascara-like effect, making his eyes stand out, making him look made-up and available. Lots of these scenes, but other ones too. The brothers in the gym in their white vests, discussing whatever plot points have came their way in that particular episode. And I have to apologise here, but there's no subtitles or voiceovers to translate. To be honest, what they're actually saying doesn't interest me that much, though I do enjoy the timbre of their respective voices. Ramon's has a high, almost wheedling quality that makes me feel, well, protective of him, And yet also, incredibly lustful to possess him. Luis's is more angry and raspy. Unusually subtle for this kind of show, I'd draw your attention to the guy in the back of shot here, the blonde-haired white guy in the cream-coloured suit. Watching the teens intently. There's no close-up on him or anything, nothing to establish his importance. But he'll be back. Yes, you're right, I hadn't really thought of that. A similarity to the scenario in Revenge on Roman. Oh, here are the tedious scenes of young love between Ramon and his new girlfriend. Having endearingly been asking his brother's advice about courting the opposite sex in their garage idyll, we now get the smoochy boy-girl date scenes. I mean, fair enough and all, but it's not what you or I are here watching for. I wouldn't have had these scenes included in the cut but for the fact that Ramon, making an effort to impress his date, scrubs up so very well. He's in a formal suit but with a bright, scoop-necked t-shirt, and the your eyes follow the line down from his freshly-shaved jaw to his Adam's apple, to the hollow at the base of his throat, down to the tight pectoral cleavage, over and over. He is sexy, I mean you look at that chest and imagine your cum smeared lovingly into it, but he's also beautiful, what you'd call a heartbreaker. He does a 'hurt' look that is better than that of anyone else - from what I've seen, anyway - in the show. He kisses the girl. He is so much prettier than the girl. I can't help but think it a waste of his gorgeous mouth, those lips that are plush and puckered even in repose. And oh man, the lucky bitch runs her fingers into his hair. You know,sometimes I think teenage girls must be the luckiest creatures on earth. Then I remember that their desire for such boys as him are not truly the same as my own. The chip in the tape clicks, bleeps. WIth an abrupt shift in sheen, the footage changes dramatically. The bright, metallic yellowy light of soap opera is gone and the boys are now in the expansive motion of film. The subtitles kick in and now Ramon and Luis are the protagonists in 'powerful' drama, the kind of movie that wins international awards. Ramon begins work in a local nightclub, while Ramon has difficulties with his girlfriend. The nightclub owner, you'll recognise him if you've been paying attention. He's the guy in the cream-coloured suit from the gym earlier. Mr Alexander. Luis is at first too naive to realise that Alexander has his eyes on him, doesn't question the ease with which he is quickly given more and more responsibilities, so that he goes from barman almost to manager in little less than a month. Neither does he really question enough when Mr Alexander starts sending him to swap packages in alleys with other businessmen, or when he's called upon to corroborate an alibi for the police that isn't strictly true. By the time he really starts to think about what he's doing, he's already in too deep. By then, unfortunately, he's sucked his younger brother into this world too. At the suggestion of Mr Alexander, he invites Ramon to work as a part-time barman and sometime dancer in the club. Lithe Ramon has always been a graceful dancer and he takes to it with ease. He takes with only a little less ease to the special nights when he dances for a private audience of men, men who are very free with their physical attentions to him, but also generous with their cash. It is only as, over a period of nights, Ramon gamely flirts with these gentlemen that he realises ... Yes, he realises. Nothing in his life has ever felt so right. He enjoys dancing for these men, and he enjoys their wanting him. And soon he is dancing with an uneasily-concealed boner in his tiny panties, because he knows suddenly who he is, and that he wants nothing more than to pleasure these leering brutes who treat him just as most men would a pretty girl. And he isn't, he knows now, interested in pretty girls at all. It isn't long, barely any scenes at all, before we find him on his knees in the club's toilet, sucking on some man' cock as the man clutches his hair and babbles how fucking pretty he is, oh fucking sucking it, my beautiful boy ... He's caught in the act by Mr Alexander, who politely lets his customer enjoy the experience to the end, button up his flies, and leave. Then Ramon is surprised to find himself yanked by the arm and hauled into Alexander's office. Slammed against the wall, he is punched in the stomach a couple of times, and warned that he must never again do that without taking money for it - or more accurately, without Alexander himself taking the money for it. Ramon's brother Luis is in the office, and despite their close bond, despite an initial moment of discomfort as it begins, does absolutely nothing to interfere as Ramon is given a cautionary beating. What is more, he stands and watches in fascination, arms folded like he's assessing an engine problem, as Alexander then tells Ramon he's put him in the mood for a blow job too, and roughly pushes him to his knees so he can give him one. Ramon's mouth is slighly bloodied, his upper lip fatter now than it should be. Supplicant, as if he genuinely has commited an unforgivable breach and is desperate to make amends, he takes the engorged cock into his mouth. It's only the second time this night, and only the second in his life, that he has done this, and it feels perfecty natural to him. Again, it feels right. Ramon discovers that he wants nothing more than to serve cocks like this, and the men who possess them. He makes a warm and contented "mmmmmmm ..." noise as he cradles the big dick in his mouth, and Alexander nods sternly and appreciatively. Afterwards, Ramon's face, darkened on one side by a bruise, looks up appeasingly at Alexander. The 'hurt' look he mastered so well in soap opera close-up, except with a string of clingy cum streaked down his chin. Alexander strokes his hair. "That was fucking great, boy" he says. "Now, I'll forgive you this time, okay? Just don't do it again. You go put some ice on your face, get the swelling down." Luis gets him some ice from the freezer. They don't discuss what's just happened, but they both know how things have changed. It's Luis, really, who doesn't realise quite how much things have changed. From there on, Ramon is employed almost exclusively as a pleasurer of men. His dancing becomes more feminine, and his outfits decidely so. He wears sheer lace, and wraps himself in dayglo boas, and squeezes into frilly pink girls' panties not made for the bulge of his genitals. He ties his hair back with a lustrous ribbon sometimes, or paints his torso with a light golden glitter. He pole-dances and lapdances, and soon finds that the parties of men now expect a particular service from him, and that there is a virtual quota of blow jobs to provide. And of course more. We see as Ramon first surrenders his fresh, virgin boy hole. We hear a wheezing gulp from his throat as it is entered for the very first time while he bends over a coffee table in Alexander's offices. It is not, though, Alexander who first has the delight of this boy's tempting, tight butthole. Instead, the boss has Luis penetrate the young beauty, albeit using a whopping scarlet-coloured dildo. Luis simulates the thrusting rhythm of a lover with his arm, gradually pushing the sex toy deeper inside in quicker and more urgent thrusts. Ramon clutches at the other side of the table with his sleek and slender fingers, moaning as the discomfort becomes pain and the pain becomes good. Alexander sits and watches with a cigar in his hand as Ramon is eased open for the first time. Luis fucks his brother with the dildo sternly, then energetically, then angrily. As Ramon wheezes in exhilaration, close to orgasm, Luis slides the dildo out and slaps Ramon's sweat-streaked ass with it. He looks at Mr Alexander, and we see that Luis himself is sweating, his black hair clinging to his forhead. Mr Alexander's poker face gives nothing away. And so Ramon is introduced to the feeling of cock inside his anus, and it is now as inevitable as the cocks that will penetrate his mouth almost every night. And he enjoys giving these cocks a seeing-to with his tongue, preparing them for the deeper entry that seems to heat up his insides and make him feel complete. He is sent to private parties where he is used in the same wonderful way, where he giggles with other boys like himself who have discovered their zest for arousing and pleasing men. When the evening first comes that eight men stand over his prone body and rain it with ropes and ribbons and spurts and spatters of jism, he feels baptised into his new life. Even during his time not spent working, he wanders around wearing very little - usually only shorts. Like Luis, he is persuaded to move into quarters built adjacent to the club. His body is freely fondled by Alexander, who likes nothing more than to have his hands around the young man's slim waist and his cock pressed against his pert, buoyant buttocks. Luis watches with what could be a brotherly disdain for what Ramon has become ... a whore ... but which looks, if anything, more like jealousy. But one night, Ramon's idyll of endless intrusive cocks and ever-flowing cum is given a cruel twist. One of the gentlemen watching him dancing whispers something to a steward, eyes on him all the time, and after that night's batch of men have each plundered his body for all the pleasure it can yield, he is surprised when the steward - accompanied by Luis - bursts in, and the pair take him by the arms and yank him along to a downstairs area he did not realise even existed. That night, Ramon discovers there is yet more pleasure to be taken from his cum-slicked body in ways that he hadn't imagined. And the whispering gentleman now simply sits and smokes a spliff, watching in fascination as Ramon is strung up and whipped. Oh, poor Ramon is whipped endlessly, in a metronome burst of snaps and cracks to his back and front, and to his legs and buttocks. The fat bundle of cash that has been paid for this private viewing sits casually on the table, uncaring of what it has done. Ramon screams and begs for an end to this torment, but none comes until he passes out after what feels like hours, but may be less than one. And through all this ... it was Luis who brandished the whip. Luis, strong and silent in his black vest, lashing his younger brother for the erotic pleasure of that ... that cruel and terrible man. At least Ramon coan comfort himself that the man was cruel and terrible, an ogre, freakish in his sadism. But he is soon to realise that this isn't the case, as no sooner has his body recovered than he is subjected to the same ordeal again, for another man, after the first has given the entertainment a glowing review - - this movie is a must-see. Five stars! - And this time, he sees that Luis relishes it. His older brother --- he grits his teeth savagely as he aimed the blows of the whip. He laughs out load as Ramon screams. "There you go, bitch!" he would say, "Still enjoying it now, huh? You stupid cunt!" Had Ramon been able, he might have considered that Luis was unfairly taking his pent-up frustrations out on him. There is no time for such thoughts, though, as the endless flowerings of pains shoot through him, and his brother becomes just another face in the ghoulish whirling procession hell-bent on hurting him. Don't they know he would be so happy just to surrender his body to their lust as he always has done? Why are they doing this? And once it is established that he has fallen this low, his little dignities begin to be eroded. His own clothes are taken away from him even during his free hours, and he is told what to wear, which is usually very little. His bedroom on site is taken from him to be used as a storeroom, and he is given a couple of blankets inside - - well, it's a large metal and wire construction, like a jail cell. Like a cage. He is given a cage to sleep in. And some night his dancing displays become an unnecessary sideshow to the display of his captive skin. Men are brought to him, and fuck him without a word. Some are emboldened by the dark, dungeon-like surroundings to treat him like some imprisoned serf. The man who punches him in the face as he comes deep inside him. Every time. He dreads that man. And then even the cage container is needed for other purposes, or so it is claimed, and Ramon is moved into another one, little bigger than a kennel, that he can't even stand up inside. He drinks and eats from bowls slid to him on the floor, like a dog. It's possible to pork him inelegantly up the ass from a hole in the cage, and some men do this. He sucks their cocks obediently through the bars. And his brother sneers as he come to change his water. He spits in it before handing it to him. "I got the best end of this deal, huh?" he smirks. Ramon is freed for extended periods only when Mr Alexander comes down to let him out, give him some exercise. But Mr Alexander seems to have little remaining interest in him - Ramon sees he has other dancing boys as naive and gleeful as he was once was - and doesn't let him go far. It is always Luis who suggests that Ramon might have healed enough for another bout with the lash, and Mr Alexander seems to go along with this more because it amuses him to do so than because there is any profit in it. This is confirmed a week later, when Luis is allowed to give Ramon a whipping with no client present at all. Ramon is now too beaten down to be horrified that this session is taking place for the benefit of Luis alone. Now Ramon is entirely naked as he is whipped, and Luis wears only his black briefs, and has a huge erection as he tortures the helpless boy. Afterwards, as Luis bundles the hurting and defeated Ramon into the kitchen area where they keep the antiseptics and ointments, he holds his brother up in front of the mirror. "Look at us," he gloats. "We're almost the same guy. But look at you, and look at me!" Ramon doesn't even dare properly look at the new rash of welts and bruises across him next to Luis's toned and tanned body. He sobs, begs for an end to this. Of course, little does Luis realise his own conceit. After months of involvement in Alexander's business, obliviously doing his dirty work for him, there's quite a potential rap sheet building up for the sadistic sibling. Mr Alexander decides it on a whim. Perhaps he too saw the two brothers together, studied their similiarity, and the difference life as a catamite had wrought on the younger one. Perhaps he looked at them, and thought: It's time to despoil this one too. Luis is called into Alexander's office one day and presented with the dossier of evidence against him. A couple of calls from Alexander and Luis could potentially end up in jail for a very long time. And if Luis attempts to testify against him ... well, there woud be other, severe consequences for betraying a man with Alexander's connections. "I think you fancy yourself my business partner," he chuckles to Luis. "But you are nothing to me. A dogsbody. My real business partners could wipe the floor with you. A word from me, and they will." Luis is taken aback: "Wh- where's all this coming from? I thought we had a nice set-up here." "Correction. I have a nice set-up here. One where I take dumb boys like yourself, pluck them away from their lives, and play with them as I see fit. You, Luis, you've had my indulgence for quite a while, longer than most, and I've been quite amused by the mean streak you've shown with your little pussy brother these last couple of months. But now ... well, I'm a little bored with you, if I'm honest. "So I'm trying you out as a dancer tonight. You'll do a good job, or else I'll do a good job of fucking destroying you." Luis, bronzed as he is, turns ashen. "Now get the fuck out of my office," Alexander adds, and Luis staggers away. Knowing Alexander as I do, I must admit he is fickle. Now, look at this scene. A new clarity, HD quality now. The bassline is throbbing, surround sound, but Luis is no dancer. Perversely, his inability to move well to the music makes his clumsy efforts the more arousing. The boy is making a fool of himself for his masters, because he has no other option. Because they have him trapped. Every embarrassing misstep, and attempt to cover it, cements his status as a pathetic slave. He has no option now but to make himself look a fool. The man see this, and enjoy it. Alexander sits among the indistinguishable mix of crime bosses and businessmen this evening, five of them in all, seperated from Luis only by an amber-lit cloud of their cigar smoke. They are rowdier than is usually the case with the slender, supplicant Ramon. They sense Luis's resistance and hence become more aggressive. They are encouraged in their bullying by Mr Alexander, happy to cut loose with the would-be apprentice he has, himself, cut loose. "Come on, sweetheart," he demands. "Swivel them fucking hips." "Flex your biceps, baby" says a man who looks like a Wall Street Bruce Wayne. His acting's kind of wooden. Luis's bunched biceps squeeze out almost from nowhere as he flexes them, his face contorted in a resentful grimace. Alexander approaches, places his hands on Luis's chest and back. "Keep going," he says, and Luis dutifully if inelegantly continues to sway as he is fondled. So this is it, he thinks. Months of seeing his brother in this position, yet it seemed so far away from him, so impossible. And now Mr Alexander has his hands on him, and his mouth is now clamping down on his nipple, and Mr Alexander is tongueing at his nipple now, is treating him as a piece of ass just as he has always treated Ramon. And now Luis understands - the dumb, slow fuck - that he was always just this to Mr Alexander, always just a piece of meat, just one that was intended to savour well done instead of medium rare. Mr Alexander's hand reaches up around his neck, and his mouth over his chest. Then Mr Alexander's foul smoke-tasting mouth is against his, over his, and he understands he must yield to the man's kiss. Then it is there, Mr Alexander's tongue is rudely probing his own, and Mr Alexander's hands are placed around his face. He feels hot and cold shoots of anxiety, terror and - and an inexplicable thrill - as he feels himself being used, penetrated for the first time, by another man. Now it is just - just! - in his mouth, but soon they will be inside him, up inside him, just as they have been inside Ramon. And then he squirms as he realises a third hand has landed on him, and then a fourth. Another of the men - he can't turn to see who as Mr Alexander kisses him greedily, gorgeously - has his hands cupped tightly around Luis's buttocks, which are half exposed by the tight, demeaning acetate briefs. Then the hands pull back briefly only to slide forward and underneath the briefs, so they are touching the bare skin of his ass. He can't turn to see who is holding his ass. He is entering Ramon's degraded world, a world he stupidly thought a million miles away, where hands can explore him and big hard cocks enter him without his even seeing who they belong to. The man behind him is already licking and biting gently at his neck and back. And now more hands land on him, from all sides. There are loud, deep grunts of satisfaction as his body proves pleasing to their hands. As Mr Alexander tongues Luis's mouth, he feels another of the men's mouths - he knows it is the grizzled white whiskered man who repulsed him the most - tonguing his ear, and a hand pulling on his hair. All his attempts at dancing, even the gentlest swaying, have now stopped, and surrenders to the rhythm of their probing embraces. As they tug and press at him, it becomes harder for him to maintain his footing, he becomes dizzy and dazed. There is a long index finger inching closer to his butthole, stroking the tender skin there. Then a morass of hands on his shoulders push him down to his knees, and as he sinks, he looks down and sees underwear and trousers falling around ankles on all sides. Belt buckles clatter as they hit the ground. He looks around and sees a monstrous closing-in of thick snakelike things nesting in a bushy forest of black hair. He smells a warm, salt stink from wet, slitted red vertical mouths. Cocks. He has never been up close like this to cocks. Massive hard cocks closing around him and filling his vision, filling the shallow cove of air around his face with their musky, iron-tinged man stink. Cocks that he can now feel touching his face, and his ears, and the back of his head. A soaked, glistening cock head that is pushed under his nose. "Yeah, get a good sniff, boy, I can see you like it," he hears Mr Alexander say from far above the cock cage, and as bellies shake with laughter either side of him, two more thick nob helmets thrust as close in as they can get to his nostrils. "Come on, smell 'em, you bastard," says a different voice, belonging to the hand that pushes down on his head to smother the fat dicks against his nose, as he finally breaths in deeply, the smell of men's great precum dicks filling his nostrils. He breaths in and out more as they crush against him, as them men squeeze their cocks and their bollocks in as close as they can, and the smell of their junk fills his lungs. "Lick my balls, Luis," Alexander says with satisfaction. His handsome face burning with shame, Luis doesn't look up, doesn't want the low angle PoV shot that will confirm again the reality this shattered new world he finds himself in. Gingerly, he slips out the tip of his tongue, lets it touch the mix of dry, twisted hair and warm, sweaty skin. Mr Alexander's chubby half-mast cock is rubbing alternately against his nose and cheekbone. "That's it, Luis. How long have you been waiting to suck on my balls? Fuckin' bathe them with your mouth, come on." Eyes scrunched shut - his rich black eyelashes are gorgeous - he laps hesitantly at his boss's huge hanging balls. He has never once paid attention to Ramon's technique when he saw him doing this. He thought Ramon another order of being from himself, he thought ... Tears are stinging his eyes now. No-one can see that except you and I. "Uhhhhh, man ... lick my cock, boy. Lick it and suck on the head." Luis hears the instructions spoken in just the same manner as he heard them given to Ramon, or Jesse, or any of the other collection of giggling, eye-fluttering catamites. But giggling and eye-fluttering are the furthest things from his mind. He doesn't even want to open his eyes, but must do so, through a shining blur of tears, to find his master's now fully erect schlong. He feels a long moaning sob trapped inside him, bottled up in his throat and weighing on his chest. Alexander, looking down at him, face made uglier by the weighing-down of his features, smiles truculently as he sees Luis's wet eyes. He reaches out with his thumb and wipes away a tear. Raises that thumb to his mouth and licks the tear off, savouring it. There's a violent motion of knuckles against the back of Luis's head. Someone jerking off, he realises. "Come on, you little cocksucker," says Mr Alexander. "Let's see if you've been worth the wait." Another tear trickling down his cheek, a hair somewhere on his tongue, Luis kisses and licks at his master's cock. Unskilled at deliberately teasing and pleasuring, he takes the head into his mouth as quickly as possible. And, those words ringing in his head, Little Cocksucker, Luis starts giving head. Solemnly at first, and unimaginatively, like he's sucking on a popsicle. Then, with some help from Mr Alexander, who puts his hands on his head and swivels it around, and who edges his cock further inside, he realises it is not enough simply to passively receive the engorged invader and begins - this cannot be, this can't be him, not Luis Reis - truly making love to it with his mouth. His breath is heavy, snorting and faltering, his mouth smacking and squelching because it has become dry with anxiety. He hears a surprised, grunting exclamation, feels a shudder behind him, and at just that moment he feels something warm and sticky splattering against the top of his head. A spurt of it shoots over his forehead, the more trickles down as it traces a route through the curls of his hair. A man has just cum on him. A cock - and not even the one in his mouth whose eruption he already dreads - shooting on him like that is all he is there for. He doesn't even know which of the men it was, who it is that now has his hands in his hair, rubbing it into the roots like it's goddamn conditioner. And inevitably, a consequence of his degradation going a step further, Mr Alexander's cock is deeper in his mouth, filling it up to the back. He gags a little, feels like he might pass out. "Ahhh man. Fuck, that's good," Mr Alexander comments. "Fuck yeahhh..." As Mr Alexander's groans of pleasure establish a rhythm with the probing thrusts of his cock, the low, lustful moans of the other guys fall into the same tempo, a deep bass growl in monstrous unison, soundtracking the rape of Luis' mouth. Luis chokes as he breathes in small, ragged wheezes. When Mr Alexander comes close to orgasm, he forces himself to wrench his cock out, wanting to see that face covered in cum for the first time even more than he wants to feel himself coming inside the deluded dickhead. The first volley splats against Luis's eyelid and cheek, the next deluges his nose like a bullseye, and splatters against his mouth, and inside, hitting his gums and his gapped front teeth. Cum dribbles down his chin. At the same time, Jose jizzes up too, and it spurts hot and urgently against one side of Luis's face. Oh fuck, that face looks hot covered in creamy jizz. Luis is taking big whooping breathes, and Mr Alexander and Jose breathe hard as the last jelly splats of their seed ooze out, dripping onto the boy's shoulders and down his chest. Luis feels the hot, wet proof of his degradation. There is a further moment of shared deep breathing as Luis takes stock of what he has become, and the men who have just shed their seed enjoy the brief moment of sated desire, minds already bubbling with the possibilities of what might come next for this fresh piece of ass they're here to enjoy. Then the door to the private room slams open. The local police chief enters like he owns the place, as uncaringly as if this is his own home. He is already loosening his shirt. He comes right from central casting, this guy. The scumbag South American police chief. Fat as fuck, greasy as a cheeseburger. It's impossible to imagine he rose through the ranks in any way, more that he's an inevitable growth of corruption, like the rot in an apple. "Ah, you made it," says Alexander. "We started without you. Didn't think you'd get here." "Busy day," the fat pig grunts. "Is this it?" He's referring to Luis, who sees him and feels his heart sinks into his stomach. He realises the depth and inevitability of this trap that has snared him. The police chief, stripping off his shirt hastily, reveals his gross corpulent body, great hairy man tits and bowl of fat. Before Alexander answers, the fat police chief says "Well, I don't have a lot of fuckin' time. Le's get down to it." "Not a problem," says Mr Alexander. "All yours when you're ready." There is an odd, banal moment or two as the police chief laboriously undoes his belt and shoes, takes off his pants, strips himself bare unashamedly. Luis is still on his knees, just watching, already aware of the stink of this man's sweat, even over his own, and over the creamy cum smell that is now all over him. "This the fag you had working in your bar?" the fat pig asks, making indifferent smalltalk. "Yeah, I though it was about time," Mr Alexander says. The police chief puts his clothes neatly aside on a table. Once stripped down, he flies at Luis with an agility that belies his ugly corpulence. He grabs Luis's neck, and gets his arm behind his back, flipping him around and slamming him against the floor. Then he lets go of the arm, and Luis clutches helpelssly at the floor as the big fat bastard suddenly pressed down against his back, against all of him, his grunting, stinking weight squashing down on the boy. Laughing, Jose and Mr Alexander squeeze their hands in between the brute's fat and Luis's thighs, getting hold of their victim's buttocks and pulling them apart, the better for the horrible pig to ram his cock in. Luis squeals like a girl as meaty hands grab his shoulders and the fat head shoves roughly inside him. Then in a few jackhammer moves, it inches in further and further. Luis cries out in pain as he is so suddenly and brutally invaded. He screams again with each thrust, music to everyone's ears. As the fucking goes on, he grinds his face desperately against the floor. As his sweat mingles with the jizz, he can taste it flooding into his mouth, and blinks over and over and scrunches his eyes shut as it makes its way into those too. "Fucking' tight," the fat bastard comments, so gruffly and without expression that it's not clear whether he's pleased or complaining, or whether the remark is meant for Luis or Mr Alexander. As the rutting brute cums up inside him, Luis starts to feel the first pangs of deep, cruel pleasure. He mewls pathetically in agony. The invading cock slips out his tunnel as suddenly and carelessly as it entered. Luis lets out a long, moaning sob. "Fuckin' tight," the bastard repeats, like he can't be fucked to come up with anything else to say. "Another one next week? I gotta take a fuckin' shower." He lopes out, shaking the last drops of jizz from his bell end. "Well, that's got the ball rolling, huh?" says Mr Alexander. Luis is still lying on the floor, mewling, foetal. He holds on to his unwelcome boner either for what comfort it provides, or in a pitiful attempt to disguise it. Mr Alexander stoops to whisper in Luis's ear. "And I've got an idea to make your next fuck much more special..." Cut to: Ramon, sleeping in his cage, is awoken. The cage is being rattled. As he looks up, his first thought is that his older brother has come up with some cruel way of taunting him by clinging onto the bars and shaking them violently. Then he sees how tightly Luis's torse is squeezed against the cage, the bars pressed deep in his pectorals and abs, and he sees the violent contortions of his face. Luis is clinging on to the top of Ramon's cage because he's being bent over it and fucked senseless. He's howling and groaning, and Ramon can hear the familiar angry, coarse grunting of Mr Alexander as he pounds his ass. Ramon sees his brother's face up close - he has little choice in the matter and looks up at him in a strange, steely defiance. Now you know, brother, he thinks. Luis's unwillingly erect cock pokes into Ramon's cage, flopping wildly. Ramon's fine, slender hand reaches out tenderly to hold it steady, and of course, because that is what he does, he begins soon to stroke and fondle it. He will ease Luis's path into becoming a man for other men to enjoy, like he is. He'll stroke his brother's fattening cock and show him how much pleasure it truly gives him to be porked by a powerful man like Mr Alexander. Already he is sure Luis's moans are becoming more pleasure-filled the more this experience goes on. Luis's lips are squashed against the top bars and his wet eyes are tightly shut. Mr Alexander kneads Luis's gorgeous back with his hands as he ploughs the tight, hot ass of the stupid boy. Grinding, grinding, grinding ... he gets right on top of Luis, nibbling at the boy's shoulders, nuzzling in his neck, nuzzling a gravelly and cruel laugh into his neck, seeing the back of Luis's head and the beautiful, supplicant face of Ramon, and revelling in having taken this pair of brothers and turned them into his grovelling slaves and fucktoys. Riding the orgasmic wave of power, his mind reels with the possibilities for these two faggots: what might their fate be? It is for him to decide. His whims will decide their lives from here on in. At this point, watching the movie, you might think: the poor, trapped, luscious Ramon should not belong to such a man ... And yet, you have to admit there is something truly satisfying about Luis's strangulated cry, his desperate, anguished croak of "nnnoooooooo..." as the cum pours long and heavy and thick from his cock, held in Ramon's hand. "Oh yes, my little cunt," Mr Alexander enunciates into his little round ear. "I'm fucking your brains out and you're loving it ..." ... and Ramon shuffles about to lick the cum up from the cool metal floor ... " ... and this is only the start for you, you cocktease slut ... ohhhhhh man.... yeah, grugh.... hughhh.... aww, yeah, that's it ... feel my cum filling you up ... feels so good, huh? Ungh! Fuck! FuckyeahUnghh!" "nnnnnnnoooooooo...." Luis weeps again. He makes further insensible noises throughout that night. But that doesn't matter to the five men who go on to fuck him - it's just proof that he's been fucked senseless, after all, and who wouldn't want to fuck Luis senseless? Especially after seeing him all greased-streaked in his mechanic's denim in this hot publicity photo from the video sleeve? Who wouldn't want to feel his strong body crushed and yielding beneath them? And this, the sudden collapsing relaxation of his muscles as he finally does pass out? Hell, I'm going to rewind it.